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There were contests for who had flown the farthest to get to the festival, who had the longest tail feathers and things like that. But the fourth day, the serious contests began. My cousin, the rest of the flock and I, were perched in the trees watching what was happening.
“Oh, oh,” my cousin said. “There’s Polly. She must be one of the contestants.”
I looked in the direction where he was looking and saw a lot of green parrots. One green parrot had a blue stripe on her wing and she was sitting by the nests.
“Best nest contest,” my cousin whispered.
I saw three older looking parrots going from nest to nest, inspecting each closely. They walked around the nests and sometimes even jumped in the nests. I guess they were judging strength as well as beauty. Some of the nests looked very pretty but they were flimsy. Others looked very strong but looked ugly to me.
I will admit that Polly’s nest looked good. It was nice and round, very strong and with pretty flowers attached to it. I figured she had a good chance of winning and I said so to my cousin.
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