Page 13 - carl leaves home

No longer had Marty flown away when an old, odd looking parrot landed on

the pole.

“Uh, Hello!” said Carl, not sure what to think.

“Why are you way up here on the telephone line?” the parrot demanded.

“I like it up here. I can see very well from up here,” replied Carl.

“Well, I’ve never seen a pineapple on the beach,” said the parrot. “You don’t

belong here. You should be in the jungle with the other pineapples.”

“Uh, sir, I like it here,” said Carl.

“But aren’t you scared to be up here alone?” asked the bird. “Well, what if you

fall?”