Snitches Don't Get Cuttlefishes
Friday 31st October, Day/Story #162
Silence fell. You could hear the glances being exchanged.
"State your name for the court," Mr Featherstone squawked.
The witness blinked.
"Are you refusing to cooperate? You were present at the scene. You issued the warning, didn't you?"
The witness tilted his head.
"Are you protecting the defendants?"
Blink. Blink.
"Your Honour, the witness is clearly stonewalling. I move to hold him in contempt."
"He’s a parrot, Mr. Featherstone."
"Yes, Your Honour! A hawk!"
"No, Mr Featherstone. He’s not a hawk, and he's not a rat either, apparently. He’s a literal bird; a parrot, and not legally obligated to testify."
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Thank you for reading!
Another drabble, inspired by a recent news story. A parrot was trained by drug dealers to shout "‘Mamãe, polícia!" whenever law enforcement was around.
As far as I know, said bird was not actually required to attend court.
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Fascinatingly hilarious. I don’t think I have attempted a Drabble yet.🤔
I think some parrots would make a better eyewitness than me. Well done!
Well-wrought! There was a time in our history, not so long ago, when our forebears literally put books on trial and admitted spectral evidence. There are still places today, I've no doubt, where such silliness endures.
This is great! "He's not a rat either, apparently" hahaha
Hahahahhahahaha what a good use they made out of the parrot 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣