My dad was a talkative guy unless there was something he didn’t want you to know about, which was often. Several years ago I went home for a visit and found something new at the house that I just had to ask him about even though I knew that I wasn’t going to get much in the way of a straight answer.
Me:
Hey Dad, where did you get this bird?
Dad:
I found it on the road.
Me:
In the cage? That’s convenient. Does it talk?
Dad:
Yeah, it say’s stop asking questions.
Me:
Are you smuggling rare birds?
Dad:
That bird isn’t rare, look I have one right here. How rare can it be if I have one?
Me:
I guess you have a point….I’ll stop asking questions.
