This piece is about a parrot who has an epiphany.
In an Arizonian pet store the green-blue-yellow macaw parrot Daiquiri resided as a consequence of the emergent illegal exotic bird trade. People walked by tapping on his cage expecting some sort of trick. Obedient to his macaw nature but without any true understanding Daiquiri responded with an imitation of a memory and the children and parents laughed as a response.
“I am nothing but a carrot in a cage”, he cawed and did the parrot-equivalent of scratching his head, wondering wherever that ability came from. Right next to his eyes was an exquisite pattern of what seemed like stripes of a white tiger and his gaze gave away a type of reptilian kind of stupidity. He never felt adequate enough of his appliance of the million-year evolutionary descent from the dinosaur and asked the question “am I merely an echo of an echo?” out loud. The parents assumed the question was rhetorical and superfluous but the children remained inquisitive - what if that actually was an original convergence of thought? Daiquiri realized he had conjured something special when looking at the children’s enthusiastic response of jumping in rings around the cage.
“Echo, echo!” with vigor from the children and the ‘Polo’ response to the children’s ‘Marco’ from Daiquiri. This was indeed the parrot-equivalent of a eureka moment and ‘ca-cawed’ unlike any macaw, crow or t-rex he ever heard before, Daiquiri was aboard ‘choo-choo’. Such joy we ought to bring home the parents agreed to and bought the macaw parrot Daiquiri who now resides happily due to the emergence of illegal exotic bird trade and ingenious convergence of parrot thoughts.