"Oh, don't worry about Tito," Dale said, the blunt end of his tail inching itself around the bird's waist, as if it was its own creature with its own mind and intentions, a great pink hairy anaconda laying heavily in all their laps. The rat patted the parrot's leatherbound head proudly to demonstrate the depth of the young bird's slumber. "Once his hood's on, he goes out like a light!"
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