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May 22, 2007
He was hell bird. I could see it in the way he cocked his head to the side when I walked by his cage.

“C’mon,” he said. “Stick your hand in here. Let me have at you.

“Of course someone had to want THAT bird, and they had to want it on my shift.

Bravely I opened the cage and went in after it.

Just as I always know would happen, he latched onto my finger, bit it off, and swallowed it.

At least they bought him. After all, A hand in the bird is worth and easy sales push.