One spring evening as we sat down to supper, a wild caller suddenly appeared in the cabin doorway. For a moment he stood, nose twitching at the aromas of food, his black eyes glowing expectantly. Then in his elegant robe of black and white, he sidled into the room. A skunk had come to dinner.
Concealing our nervous misgivings, we bade him welcome, poured him a cup of milk and rather absurdly invited him on to the chair. He accepted.
Thereafter little corporal as we called him, often came to dinner. If the door was closed he,d thump his feet and utter cricket like noises for admittance.
A day came when little corporal disappeared. We missed his presence we wondered what had become of him. Then one evening he called on us again. This time he had brought along some nice people for us to meet. Mrs corporal and six small corporals.
Uttering low tones of assurance he escorted his family into our midst. Wary at first, Mrs. Corporal made her grand entry stamping the floor and doing hand stands, the little ones followed smartly.
Now confident that he belonged the corporals climbed on his chair and thumping demanded service. The mother and the tiny were given their share on the floor. The pleasure we got from this association of proverbially bad folk as was the general belief proved an exception and taught us never believe the worst of others from hearsay or idle gossip.
This article reminded me of the parrot that used to visit us every morning few years ago. He would sit on the railing in the balcony and call. If there was any one in the drawing room or dining area he would immediately enter and wait at the table for food. He almost always turned up when we had our breakfast and would eat directly from my husbands plate, even if given another plate or vessel to eat in he would eat only from my husbands plate and never come to us, strange as it seemed he even would come and hold the tip of the pen he would write with. Literally fighting with him to grab the nib to chew on. No matter how we all tried to sit and try and attract hi with food or writing pen never would he come to us.He loved eating ice cream this he ate even when we had guests and he could not resist the temptation. He made bold to hop in and slurp up the liquid even in the midst of 15 people sitting. No body disturbed him and every one enjoyed the sight.
Concealing our nervous misgivings, we bade him welcome, poured him a cup of milk and rather absurdly invited him on to the chair. He accepted.
Thereafter little corporal as we called him, often came to dinner. If the door was closed he,d thump his feet and utter cricket like noises for admittance.
A day came when little corporal disappeared. We missed his presence we wondered what had become of him. Then one evening he called on us again. This time he had brought along some nice people for us to meet. Mrs corporal and six small corporals.
Uttering low tones of assurance he escorted his family into our midst. Wary at first, Mrs. Corporal made her grand entry stamping the floor and doing hand stands, the little ones followed smartly.
Now confident that he belonged the corporals climbed on his chair and thumping demanded service. The mother and the tiny were given their share on the floor. The pleasure we got from this association of proverbially bad folk as was the general belief proved an exception and taught us never believe the worst of others from hearsay or idle gossip.
This article reminded me of the parrot that used to visit us every morning few years ago. He would sit on the railing in the balcony and call. If there was any one in the drawing room or dining area he would immediately enter and wait at the table for food. He almost always turned up when we had our breakfast and would eat directly from my husbands plate, even if given another plate or vessel to eat in he would eat only from my husbands plate and never come to us, strange as it seemed he even would come and hold the tip of the pen he would write with. Literally fighting with him to grab the nib to chew on. No matter how we all tried to sit and try and attract hi with food or writing pen never would he come to us.He loved eating ice cream this he ate even when we had guests and he could not resist the temptation. He made bold to hop in and slurp up the liquid even in the midst of 15 people sitting. No body disturbed him and every one enjoyed the sight.
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