Dios Miio—Say What. Gus the parrot blasted into the treetops like a feathered firecracker with zero impulse control, one eyebrow-feather lifted with a you-have-got-to-be-kidding attitude. He clicked his beak in judgment, ruffled plumage with a flair, then leaned in like a critic unimpressed with the.
He clicked his beak in judgment, ruffled plumage with a flair, then leaned in like a critic unimpressed with the.