Recently I suffered the misfortune of having all four of my wisdom teeth removed. For awhile, I found my self existing on a diet of lukewarm liquid mush -- not too hard, not to cold, and definitely not too hot. I should also make two observations about Ernie at this point: 1) he normally has little interest in "people" food (to my distress, as I am always trying to get him to eat his veggies!) and 2) he tends to be extremely over cautious about where he will land (getting this bird into a bathtub can be like pulling teeth! - I hope you caught that). I had consumed one mouthful of my orange/white mush (carrot, onion, miso and tofu in a yellow bowl), when all of the sudden Ernie decided to land IN MY SOUP! He got hip deep before he realized he was sliding into a bog of carrot goo and flew off to his cage to start preening his legs vigorously. Poor Ernie was forced to suffer further dunking in a bowl of clean water to wash off his feathers as he kicked and squirmed like mad. Joey's response to Ernie's bedraggled state: "Oh, I just can't look... ".
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