Tee hee hee.
That story reminds me of one that my estranged husband used to tell.
He lived in an apartment during his bachelor days, and one tenant had a parrot that used to sit in the doorway and say hi to everyone who passed.
My husband said one day he stopped and poked the parrot in the side, and the parrot squawked, "Help! He's killing me!"
Needless to say he never did that again.
The chitter chatter of the teenagers, the pitter patter of the little feet of the toddlers, all this combined to pummel my grey matter.
sidle slither steal (not thievery)