Okay Grace Oliver gets the bird. At one of the stations along Duck's branch line, the station master has a pet parrot who sits on the station platform. On sunny days, the parrot flaps and squarks happily with the passengers. Oliver didn't understand the fuss. Um, which room is short of a, you seem perplexed? It's a bird, what's all the fuss? There's birds all over the island. Have you heard about it, Skiff? It's a special type of bird that talks. A parrot. Like, parrots used to have when they went out sailing. Burgh. It's a load of nonsense if he asked me. Well, no one was asking you were they? Oliver listened. But he heard nothing. Birds that talk, skiffs just fly. Oh, I see you've met Cookie. Cookie? Yes, that's her name. She can do all sorts of things. Sing whistle mimic sounds. Oh, honestly. Birds that talk, is Rubbish Duck Rubbish? Are you sure in Tom's Oliver? Or Skiff got on about his tall tails again. Station Master says it too. Oh, prove it. Oh, don't be ridiculous, Oliver. But Oliver didn't know how. The rest of the week was wet and rain. Cookie wasn't outside in her cage, so Oliver couldn't have the chance to see her. One day when the clouds parted and the sun was out, Cookie sat in the shade of her cage. Due to a signaling problem at Arlesborough Harbor, Duck was delayed with the shuttle service. So Oliver had to wait for Bernie to bring the passengers. Huh? Already? Okay then. Oliver, wait! I have passengers for you. Oh, uh. Oliver, why didn't you wait? But I heard the guards whistle. Whistle? What whistle? I was stacking boxes in my van before you started. If it wasn't you then... Oh no. News soon spread down the line about Oliver's incident with the bird. Duck teased him endlessly. Watch out Oliver! There was a rowney seagulls. They won't blow your guards whistle like last time. I told you, Oliver. Ha ha ha! You