One Time,

My parakeet decided that it would be socially acceptable to squawk like a macaw.
It was not socially acceptable.
So I told her to be quiet.
Like eleven times.

Then I felt bad.
Because that was like telling a frog to stop ribbitting.
Or telling a turkey to stop gobbling.
Or telling a donkey to stop hee-hawing.

You get the picture.

So I felt bad for telling the poor thing to quit squawking like nature wanted her to do.

But then I redeemed myself. Because later, I held her, and she was happy and content.

We're on good terms, now.