Paul and Polly



Paul couldn’t believe his eyes. So much junk coalesced into one tiny space, but not a single cracker.  

Polly wanted the cigars. Smoke? No way. These premium cigars were made from chocolate. She wasn’t sure why kids called them Tootsie Rolls.

He felt very clever as he hid behind a pinwheel to catch the thieving parrots. Not so clever, when a breeze spun it into his eye.  
I’ve heard the phrase, but I never really heard a parrot say it. Until now.


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