The skinned parrot by HORACIO QUIROGA (Tale)

the skinned parrot by HORACIO QUIROGA Horacio Quiroga (1879-1937) THE SKINNED PARROT ( Jungle Tales , 1918 ) Once there was a flock of parrots living in the bush. From early morning would eat corn on the farm , and later they ate oranges. They made great fuss with their cries , and they always had a parrot sentinel in the highest trees , to see if anyone was coming . Parrots are as harmful as lobster, because they open the corn for peaked it , which, after the rain rot . And while parrots are rich to eat stews , pawns hunted shot One day a man fell from a sentry shot parrot , who was wounded and fought a long time before being allowed to grab. The helper tooks it to the house for the children of the pattern; cured because the boys had only a broken wing. The parrot healed fine, and completely tamed. He called little Pedro. Learned to give paw, he liked being on the shoulder of people and made them tickle the ear. He lived lost and spent most of the day in the orange and eucalyptus garden. He also liked to mock the hens. At four or five o'clock, it was time we had tea at home, the parrot also entered the room, and they went up the tablecloth, to eat bread soaked in milk. His craze for tea with milk. Both little Pedro was given to the boys, and told him many things creatures, the parrot learned to speak. It said: "Good morning, little parrot! " delicious Potato " " potato for little Pedro ... " He said no more that they can say things that parrots, like the kids , learning with great easily bad words! . great easily bad words! . When raining, the little Pedro curling and counted himself a piece of things, very softly. When the time was made up, and then flew screaming like crazy. It was, as you see, well happy parrot, besides being free, as we want all the birds also had, as rich people, it's five o' clock tea. Now in the midst of this happiness , it happened that one afternoon of rain the sun finally came out after five days of vacation , and began to fly little Pedro crying - ! Chipped day parrot ...delicious potato ...potato for little Pedro ... and flying away, until he saw below him, far below, the Paraná River, which seemed a distant and wide white ribbon. And continued, continued flying until he finally settled on a tree to rest. And behold, suddenly I saw shining on the ground, through the branches, two green lights, like huge bugs light. - What is it? Was the parrot –rich potato, potato! Said ... What is that? ...Good day, Jim! ... The parrot spoke always so, as all parrots, mixing the words without rhyme or reason, and sometimes hard to understand. And as I was very curious, was down from branch to branch until close.