He crept downstairs heading for the kitchen.
“She’s behind you?” called the parrot.
“Oh no she’s isn’t” he said, lifting the trifle out of the fridge.
“Oh yes she is” said parrot.
“We shouldn’t have let you watch that panto” he told the parrot.
“Leave that trifle alone, you’re on a diet” said his wife.
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