 What's Your Name?
Hansi, our parakeet, quickly became a valued and affectionate member of the family.
I thought it would be great if he could say his name, so I repeated time and again, "Hansi,"
as he perched on my shoulder or finger. But as the weeks passed by, I became exceedingly frustrated
when my "What’s your name?" remained unanswered.
Then, one evening as I was sitting at my desk, our feathered friend perched opposite me,
spread his wings and demanded, "What’s your name, dammit?"
__________________ Life's a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!
MOTM, Jan 2005, Aug 2007 Golden Cookie Award, 2005. Aug 2006 Perv of the Month Perv. Outreach Award, 2007 | 
Humor
02-03-2005, 01:29
