He received a gift, when a little boy. Two little parrots, male and female. Perhaps to distract the young boy from a distant, cold mother, and a friendly step-father whom did not share any affection in-between each other. The mother wanted a father for the boy, so she married again after the boy’s father left her when the boy was three years of age. The boy oft stared at the parrots, and invented conversations they had in-between each other.
Brutus, the male parrot was grey-blue-yellowish, the damsel parrot, Caecilia was nearly all yellow with hints of blue.
Brutus thus said: Caecilia, don’t you think that his mother should not be coldly silent, when she wants to punish the boy, is it not too cruel?
Caecilia: Ah, ah, but she lost her own love a long time ago, she hated the little boy, because she sees his father in him.
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