When I was a kid, we had lived with a green parakeet named Timmy. He was an important member of our family. My mom would let him out of the cage and he followed us around the house. And, the best part was Timmy mimmicked what we said. Anything we repeated, became Timmy’s dialogue during the day. My favorite phrase was “Sharon, bring me your brush!” Every morning my mom would call out the demand to comb my hair. Timmy would yell out the phrase as well. Timmy lived with us for 8 years, it was a said day when he died.