Parrot 
                by Igor Kluev 
                It was a hot
                summer day in Moscow. I left a window in the
                sitting room of my apartment open,when I went to
                the nearest shop to buy groceries. When I came
                back, I saw a small parrot situated in the middle
                of the curtain. 
                The situation
                was clear. That parrot was on its own quest for
                "...life, liberty and the pursuit of
                happiness
  And for that reason,
                parrot left its home where he lived in one of the
                surrounding buildings. Apparently, the parrot was
                scared by noise on the street, and it flew
                through the open window to my room. 
                Next day, I
                didn't want to evict the parrot from my room.
                Before going to work, I left the window open. I
                gave to the parrot a chance to do choose to leave
                my apartment and to find a new place to live or
                to stay with me. 
                When I came
                back from my work, the parrot was still sitting
                in my living room. 
                Parrot turned its head aside, looked at me with
                its one eye and suddenly said,"Hi" 
                What could I do? I answered the parrot,"Hi" 
                The parrot said,"Doll". 
                I wanted to be with the parrot on the same page,
                and answered,"Girl". 
                The parrot said,"Sveta" 
                I said my name,"Igor" 
                The parrot said,"Ice cream" 
                I answered, "Cold beer" 
                The parrot said,"I don't like porridge" 
                I answered,"Me too" 
                I decided to
                give a name to my parrot. I found a small white
                mark on its forehead, and that mark looked like a
                star,and I named it Sky Walker. 
                It looked like
                Sky Walker liked that name, and it said to me,"Disney".
                To show Sky Walker my advanced knowledge of the
                subject I said,"Disney was a Producer". 
                Next day I
                found a poster on the entrance to our building. A
                girl of six years old begged everybody to return
                her parrot Gosha. There was a photo of Gosha on
                the poster. Without any doubts Sky Walker was in
                that photo. I realized that the real name of Sky
                Walker was Gosha. I called the phone number from
                the poster. The girl, whose name was Sveta, came
                with her parents. They brought a cage for Gosha.
                Sveta opened a door of the cage, and Gosha
                without any hesitation flew in. That was its home. 
                Two days later,
                they invited me to celebrate the lucky ending to
                Gosha's journey. There was tea and cake. Sveta
                was completely happy. She spoke to Gosha. 
                She said,"Doll" 
                Gosha answered,"Doll" 
                Then Gosha continued,"Sveta, ice cream, I
                don't like porridge", "Disney 
                I realized
                that, when Gosha spoke to me, Gosha simply
                repeated words learned from Sveta. I was
                frustrated. I went to cage and looked at Gosha.
                Gosha looked at me with its one eye, and after
                long hesitation suddenly said,"Disney was a
                Producer". 
                Gosha learned and remembered my words as well. We
                were still friends. I was happy again. 
                
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