As I tool down East 83rd Street, in the middle of the block in front of a barber shop, stands an enormous cage with a sign that reads..
The Name’s Mable…Don’t Get Too Close...I’m Ferocious
Expecting a puma, I’m instead met by a plus-size parrot meditating on a swing.
You know I had to stop.
A woman passing says, “I’d be careful if I were you. There used to be two…rumor has it, she killed him.”
Always the defender of the underdog, in this case bird, answers, “If that’s true, I’m sure she had her reasons.”
Hmm, I think, no wonder she’s behind bars, and on the street no less, as an example to other disgruntled birds?
“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” the woman says over her shoulder. “I won’t,” I say, before shimmying up to the cage.
“Hi Mable, I’m Susannah, and are you really ferocious?”
She pretends not to hear.
Other than Lucille Ball, I had never seen such a redhead before, especially one with a bright green comb-over. Though appearing aloof as if to say, I’m not that kinda girl, I’m not discouraged the lady’s playing hard to get.
It just so happens, after stealing them off Fairway’s soup bar, had crackers in my bag, took one, split it, and offered it to Mable, eating my half as an act of good faith.
After bobbing her head left and right as if she couldn’t decide, should I? Do I need the extra calories? Slinked over to get a closer look.
“What, ya on a diet Mable? Come on, they’re low-salt.”
She demurely put her beak through the bars and like a real lady, takes it, nibbling, as if we were having cocktails at the Ritz.
I was so charmed, I didn’t see the guy now standing in the doorway like Luca Brasi. “Can’t you read?” he snaps, a toothpick sticking out of his mouth.
I had to think fast. What would Connie do if Carlo caught her with a parrot?
“Excusez-moi?” I say, winking at Mable. “Thee bird, how you say…magnifique…oui?”
I then mumble “see ya Mable,” dashing across the street not waiting for the light to change.
Maybe he should be in the cage, while Mable cuts hair.
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