Party Crasher

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"Enjoy the new book," Linda told a customer, phone pinched between the cheek and her shoulder. "Yes, mom, I'd love to visit, but who but take care of Blu?... No, they don't make kennels for parrots."

Turning to Blu, "Here's your hot chocolate, Blu." She put down a cup of hot chocolate surrounded by six chocolate chip cookies. "Just the way you like it... No, I can't hire a birdsitter, mom."

Blu, sitting in an open cage and holding a magazine, put his magazine down and hopped out onto the windowsill to his cup. "Ahhh... this is the life," he spoke to himself. "The PERFECT cocoa to marshmallow ratio. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5..," another popped up. "And 6." He began to take a sip.

BANG! A snowball came crashing against the glass, startling Blu and splashing hot cocoa all over his face. "Well, if it isn't my favorite nerd bird," one of the two bullies answered.

"Real classy guys. Real mature," he responded.

"Hey, hey! Where you migrating to this year, huh? The breakfast nook?" They threw their last snowball.

"Throw all the snowballs you want, but I am protected by this magical forcefield, called GLASS. It's what keeps us so toasty and warm in here, while you're out there freezing your..." He looked to see them making a mockery of him. "Classic." And he continued to eat a cookie.

Then this wierdo came along, one that came squawking and stumbling rather awkwardly right onto the bench where the bullies sat. He took a minute and corrected his glasses, only to see Blu and continue to squawk awkwardly whilst he stumbled toward the glass. BOOM! He fell right into the window and slid to the ground.

Linda rushed outside. "Oh my! Are you ok?"

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