It could have been a fight between stuffed animals in the middle of the night. It might have been that Cressy squeezed the crap out of the hapless parrot whilst in a dream induced stupor concerning herself and boys at school. (Too young for that, so I don't know what she could have been dreaming about that she would have squeezed in a very hard manner but I'm sure it's of a suspicious nature.) Or it could have been poor workmanship because Perry the Parrot is from...China! Gasp. He's a Chinese parrot. He might be a communist agent who was injured while spying on local politician's use of dollar store items.
"Mommy," Cressy said, holding the poor wounded bird up in the air by a wing and giving a look from which I could not evade. "You will fix him."
I looked at the bird and ascertained that major surgery was needed. I obtained assistance from Nurse Cressy and we gathered the necessary utensils. Tooth picks, chopsticks, chap stick, paper clips, baby ibuprofen, and a little Whaler's Vanille Rum for my nerves. We couldn't find the play doctor's kit so we gathered what we could and went in for emergency, on-the-spot surgery. There wasn't time for anything else.
|Perry conserving his strength|
|Perry with the stuffing knocked out of him|
|Nurse Cressy in a nursy moment|
|Perry getting high on pretend morphine.|
Oh, what a lucky bird.
|Precision surgery on a stuffed animal.|
Notice the precision instruments used.
|Perry being given a dose of the ol' electricity.|
There are places that people actually
pay for this to happen to them.
|Perry in a moment he'd rather not|
share with the world.
|Perry, under sedation, mumbles warily,|
"My goodness that's a very big knife."
|Perry being transported by Nurse Cressy|
|"Help!" screams Perry. "They've got me|
captured and are requesting the
launch codes for the Chinese Dragon rockets!
Also, more pretend morphine!"
I love my job.