The Parrot Who Sounded Like Mr. Finch
Mr. Finch, the principal of Larkspur School, had a deep, rumbly voice. Everyone knew it. So when the voice said, "Attention, students. Go outside for a surprise," on a rainy Tuesday, the whole school stood up.
"Wait," said Ms. Duran, looking out the window. "It is pouring."
The voice came again, from the hallway: "Attention, students. Surprise. Surprise."
Ms. Duran tiptoed out. There, on top of the coat rack, sat a green parrot with a feather out of place. Mr. Finch's brother had brought the bird, named Pickles, to the school office that morning. Pickles had been listening to the speaker announcements for hours.
"Attention," said Pickles. "Walk. Don't run."
The real Mr. Finch hurried down the hall, quite red in the face. "Is that my voice?" he asked.
"Attention, students," said the parrot, in a perfect copy.
The children could not stop laughing. Mr. Finch started to laugh too. Then he had a plan. Every morning after that, Pickles stood on his shoulder and said, "Good morning, Larkspur!" It was Mr. Finch's idea that the students should teach the parrot new, kind sayings. By spring, Pickles could say "Please" and "Thank you," and nobody ever went out in the rain again.