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  • Sugar Franklin was in a bad mood that day. Everything irritated her -- she wasn't provided the favorite treats, the millet wasn't as fresh as she expected, and I (her human) wasn't obeying her demands for attention no matter how loudly she chirped.

    I took her into the office and put her on the play stand with Nicholas and Flash, thinking she might like the company and perhaps make do with some inferior treats in the bowl.

    She let me know immediately she had no intention of hanging out with the mere males and that I had best produce the good treats at once. Otherwise, her raised wings told me, there was going to be trouble.
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