about the tree, it brings me back to my vivid childhood memories. i once had a parrot and it was a boring POS. All it did was lifting weight with its beak, eating seeds, and excreting. I got bored. I opened the cage and released it. And I took a whiftle bat and swung at the bird and chased it around my apartment in brighton and it flew around in the hallway and stood on the top of my xmas tree. and i swung at it twice and my little sister decided to join me in the "hunting expeditation." and my dad got pissed at me and he kicked my arse really hard. after a few minutes of time-out, i continued my hunting pursuit.
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