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I would like to tell you of a parrot my grandmother has. My uncle
used to go away every Saturday evening, and return Monday morning.
The parrot used to know when Monday morning came, and at seven
o'clock she used to take her stand on the railing of the stairway,
and when he arrived would fly down to meet him. Once she had her
wings clipped so that she could not fly. The next Monday she took
her stand as usual, and losing her balance, fell down stairs. She
has never tried again to fly.