On an’ on an’ on

That gray parrot Trouble is here for a visit again, and chatting up a storm, as always. “Hiya, bird!” “Ain’t it cool!” “Apple and a grape.” And on and on and on all day long. What a show off! Well, I can beep like a microwave oven just as well as she can! This visit, she’s added something new to her repertoire: she squawks just like me. I have to admit she does it quite well. Her squawks sound almost the same as mine. However, I’m not sure what she means by it. Is she making me fun of me? Or is imitation the sincerest form of flattery? It sure is confusing being a parrot who is being parroted by another parrot.