Shoo Away The Gloomies

“How are you feeling, Squeaks?” Momanita asks me. A stone got me. A heavy stone that won’t move, I squeal. A stone didn’t REALLY get me. It just FEELS like a stone got me. There’s not much difference. I mostly understand hootman talk. Momanita mostly knows cockatiel speak. She’s the only hootman who does. “YouContinue reading “Shoo Away The Gloomies”