I dreamed about the penguin a few nights ago, and about the blue-parrot-with-duck-bill the night after. In both dreams the birds didn't like me. I tried to understand why, and came up with this wonderful excuse: I had petted a weasel before (at least that was the excuse for the parrot, I don't remember the one I dreamed for the penguin).
But obviously they know the real reason.
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