I wanted that, but her Green Cheeked Conure Ickabob did not. I could hear her crying shrilly and I knew I needed to do something. So I slipped in on quiet feet and took Ickabob from her cage, and took her to my room.
And just so Sam wouldn't worry, I left this brief note.
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| I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have seeds. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let Ickabob go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will climb you, and I will peck you |
No ransom was paid, but Ickabob was returned unharmed, with proof of flight.
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