By the time I tugged my clothes straight, French Fry had popped out of the marigolds and taken to the air. He did one drunken lap over my head, then followed me when I hurried around to the back employee entrance that opened into the kitchen. “See ya, French Fry. I’ll throw you a snack during my lunch break if you stick around,” I called before I disappeared inside. French Fry cooed, then slammed into one of the kitchen windows and skidded down it, leaving a few tiny purple and green feathers on the glass.
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