My Forbidden Mate
The bird let out another squawk, and I found myself translating its message without thinking.
"It says it's lost without an owner," I translated to George, my voice filled with wonder.
"Wait! Do you understand that? I can barely make out what it says," George exclaimed, his astonishment evident in his voice.
"I'm surprised as well. And it's a he," I giggled.
"Maybe you should keep him," George suggested.
"I think I want to," I replied with a smile, my fingers gently running through the parrot's colourful feathers.
As we returned to our cottage, George promised that we would find a good cage for the parrot once we left for the city. The prospect of having a feathery companion added an extra l
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