It can’t be the bird because the bird’s not real. It can’t be the husky, who’s only doing what a dog will do. That leaves the human who eggs on the dog to attack the toy. Someday she’ll be sorry that she did that.
It can’t be the bird because the bird’s not real. It can’t be the husky, who’s only doing what a dog will do. That leaves the human who eggs on the dog to attack the toy. Someday she’ll be sorry that she did that.
I’ve never had a parakeet, but I can’t help loving them: they seem to have a lot of go to ’em. Why, for instance, does this tiny parakeet insist on bugging that great big dog? I mean, one bite and he’s history–right? The off-stage human sounds nervous about it, but the parakeet doesn’t look a bit worried about what the dog might do to him.
I suspect there’s some kind of communication between these two minds that is not accessible to humans.