Dana’s parrot, Gary, perched atop a stack of self-help books, screeched, “I am a golden retriever of joy!” Dana groaned, slamming the cage door. Gary squawked, “I am a laser pointer of success!” A neighbor pounded on the wall. Gary barked, “I am a squirrel’s greatest friend!” Dana yanked the cage into the hallway, where Gary faced a row of confused office workers. “I am a spreadsheet of clarity!” he cackled. A woman in a power suit froze. “Wait… is that a parrot?” Gary nodded. “I am a… uh… banana peel of opportunity!” The woman blinked. “That’s… motivational.” She handed him a walnut. Gary swallowed it, then screamed, “I AM A FLOCK OF BIRDS IN A COSTUME!” The hallway erupted in applause. Dana stared. “How?” Gary pecked her nose. “I am… a metaphor for resilience.” The woman in the power suit whispered, “I need more of this.” Gary squawked, “I am a…” Dana lunged, but the cage door swung open. Gary soared, shouting, “I am a…” as he vanished into the sky. The office workers cheered. “He’s… free!” someone yelled. Dana sighed, pocketing a walnut. “Maybe positivity’s not all bad.”
