Beginner's Level: The Talking Bird (+ CD-ROM)

Spies Constance, stripped to her hide, watering plants and uttering birdcalls. “Oh, Griffith,” she cried, squinting her eyes over the spray of insecticide. “Come on in. Be sure to shut the door, wilt you? Spring must be broken on it again-have to remember that and get it fixed. Don’t want the birdies to fly out.” “This an aviary too?” He had a jaunt to his march. An arch to one eyebrow. “Nice cockatiel,” he said as a greenish-white crested parakeet tweeted in flight. “They’re frail, aren’t they?” “Maybe if you’re a big bad predator-and quick enough. But if so, please remove yourself from this habitat,” Constance tittered as the bird alighted on her extended finger. “This one’s a robust little chick anyway. Capable of putting up a good fight.” “Any cock could tell you that one, ma’am.” “As I presume you should know. However, I take it you’re here primarily to talk about something besides birds.” “I like talking birds-” “So let me-” Constance kissed the cockatiel on its beak and sent it twittering among the overhanging branches. “Hang on a sec, Griffith ...»