Triumph, over time he is better known in this world, recognized for his talent in yellow parrot one-handed domestication. He finds his niche in a most specific place, reigning over a few yellow parrot lovers.
It tastes good, it does until a fucking parrot calls him, from his lousy cage, to realize the trash he is. Still, it has taken so much to get to the highest peak of the parrot, it is hard to let go. But the yellow parrot must die, along with his unfortunate revelation. Back on the road again.
A hint of a feather in his couch, a medal, dust and a peculiarly talkative parrot, living together in the recently inaugurated trashcan community.
Eat your words, but please don't feast on other people's praises.
(One way train).
