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THE PARROTS.
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where, from one of the largest parrots,
belonging to the family of the Macaws, perched on
a stand, in answer to the call from her superior.
The old parrot-dame was attired in an
antiquated dress of blue and yellow, with a long
tail or train, and of course she had the
aristocratic aquiline beak peculiar to her ancient
family.
" Fabricate! Fabricate! " screamed the
Parrot-president
"I do! I do!" responded Mrs. M’Caw.
" Fabricate ? what ? " I asked.
" A fib," answered my frank, spotlessly white
friend. "A harmless litde fib. It will soon
be sent round. When it comes to me, I prune
it, and trim it a bit, and then it circulates
amongst the whole community of our feathered
society. When at last it comes back to me
and Mrs. M’Caw, neither of us can recognise
it a bit, it has become so distorted."
" Just as in real human life," I observed.
" Ay; isn’t it rare fun ? " he said.
"Oh, yes, when one is not concerned in it
oneself. But don’t you get into trouble
sometimes for defamation of character ? " I asked.
" Bless your heart, we are in prison already;
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