Forbidden Books

I’ve blogged in the past about how much I’ve enjoyed chewing my way through “Gone With the Wind.” It’s not a bad book, but sometimes a parrot wants a change. So, the other day I was hanging out on top of the reference books that my person keeps near her computer – and near my play area, too, I might add. So, anyhow, since I was there, I started nibbling on a dictionary. The first few nibbles tasted pretty good so I just kept right on going, having a grand old chew, until my person had to come along and spoil it all. As soon as she realized what I was doing, she got all mad and put me back in my play area. “Chew your own book!” she told me. Obviously she doesn’t get it that forbidden books taste so much better. Sigh.