Curly appeared at the door, carrying in his hand a limp, bedraggled figure.
"That," said Dan Anderson, "I take to be the remains of our late friend Bill, the parrot.

What made you, Curly ?" "Well," said Curly, defensively, as he held the body of Bill suspended by the head between two fingers, "I was lookin' for his teeth, to see if he had any candy in 'em, and he bit my finger nigh about off.

So I just wrung his neck.

Do you reckon he'd be good fried ?" "He'd like enough be tolerable tough," said McKinney.

"Them parrots gets shore old." "You ought to have some drugs to tan his hide," Doc Tomlinson volunteered hopefully.