Ok so by the tittle you probably guessed that this is about birds, well no duh bird brain. Ok I can't help I say/write, I don't know.
Ok so when I was younger, and when I say young I mean like before school or just starting. My grandparents had a cockatoo or something like that I really didn't care and I kind of still don't. She also had a piano, that come into the story in a minute.
Anyway this bird was named Tammy, I HATED this bird. You're probably like "Natalie why would you hate Tammy?" Honestly I don't remember what started it -\(•-•)/- now you are like ok sooooo why are you writing this?
Well my friend (this is where the piano comes in), since I could stand the bird ( I also don't know if this is a normal thing about this kind of bird). So when ever I walked into the room she started making noise and it triggered me like a g note without a g note warning for an emo person. So I walked over to the piano and would randomly hit keys just so I didn't have to hear her or I would scream at her. *thinks about younger self* I was a little monster.
Also apparently I learned how to play something, I don't know this is what my granny said.
Also I think this is the most I've ever wrote.
Bye Hdeyijrriohtschiog,
Natalie❤️
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