Polly wants a cracker. I think I should get off her first. Maybe think she wants some water. To put out the blow torch. It isn't me. We have some seed. Let me clip. Your dirty wings. Let me take a ride. Don't hurt yourself. I want some help. To please myself. I've got some rope. Haven't told. I promise you. I have been true. Let me take a ride. Don't hurt yourself. I want some help. To please myself. Polly wants a cracker. Maybe she would like more food. She asks me to untie her. A chase would be nice for a few. Polly said. Polly says her back hurts. And she's just as bored as me. She caught me off my guard. It amazes me the will of instinct.