Chirp! I can't believe my flock went on vacation and left me at the jail that they call my 'hotel.' Again. They know that the jail people don't feed me the right size food. They give me those little scrawny pellets. I want big manly pellets. Those little things are not food. I will not lower my beak to consume them!
I saw that Teletypeturtle brought a bag of my manly pellets with me to the jail. But I ended up with piddly little pellets by the end of the week anyways. I was so perturbed. I didn't even beak her a friendly hello when she came to release me from jail. That's what she gets for not taking me. So there.