Rajendra hat mir heute eine Geschichte geschickt …

“one of patricias friends said that a parrot had fallen in love with her. the parrot would always come directly over to her shoulder and sing in her ear and do it’s little dance. but the thing that let her know it was true love was the bird would regurgitate for her. like a mother bird for it’s babies. making baby food in it’s stomach and puking it up. the bird would let out it deepest feelings of love from his stomach. he would lay his heart out for her. it wasn’t pretty. it didn’t smell good. but it was an act of true love.”