"Feathered Fury: The Tale of an Angry Parrot Named Larry"

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Once upon a time in a quaint little town, there lived a parrot named Larry. Larry was no ordinary parrot; he was the living, squawking embodiment of fury. His vibrant green feathers hid a tempestuous personality that could rival any angry internet troll. Larry wasn't your typical, happy-go-lucky Polly; he was more like "Polly Wants to Punch Your Lights Out."

Larry's anger issues started early in life, and it didn't take much to set him off. Anything from a squeaky door to a sneeze could send him into a rage. But his most famous outburst was triggered by his sworn enemy – the vacuum cleaner. The mere sight of it would send Larry into a frenzy, as if the vacuum cleaner had personally wronged him. He would puff up his feathers, squawk at the top of his lungs, and unleash a barrage of insults that would make a sailor blush.

Larry's owner, a poor soul named Frank, had grown accustomed to living in a constant state of tension. He had tried everything to calm his feathered fury, from playing soothing music to giving Larry a steady diet of chamomile tea (yes, parrots can drink tea). But Larry remained as angry as ever.

One day, Frank decided to take Larry to a therapist. Yes, you heard that right – a parrot therapist. Dr. Feathers, a renowned bird psychologist, specialized in treating avian anger issues. Frank hoped that Dr. Feathers could help Larry find inner peace and stop terrorizing the neighborhood with his ear-piercing tirades.

Larry, however, had other plans. As soon as he saw Dr. Feathers, he launched into a tirade of insults that would have made the vacuum cleaner blush. "You quack! You feather-brained therapist! You couldn't even calm a rubber ducky!"

Dr. Feathers remained unfazed. He had seen it all, or so he thought. He calmly replied, "Larry, I understand that you have some pent-up anger, but let's work through it together."

Larry was having none of it. He flew off Dr. Feathers' shoulder, knocked over a potted plant, and sent a stack of books tumbling to the ground. Frank could only watch in horror as his parrot staged a full-blown rebellion in the therapist's office.

After an hour of chaos and feathers flying, Dr. Feathers finally conceded defeat. He turned to Frank and said, "I'm sorry, but I think Larry might be beyond therapy. Perhaps it's time to consider anger management classes for yourself instead."

And so, Larry's therapy session ended in spectacular fashion, leaving Dr. Feathers in need of some therapy himself. Larry went back home, where he continued to unleash his wrath on the vacuum cleaner and anyone else who dared to cross his path.

In the end, Larry remained the angriest parrot in town, but Frank learned a valuable lesson about patience and acceptance. And as for Dr. Feathers, he retired from parrot therapy, content in the knowledge that he had faced the feathered fury and lived to squawk about it.

So, the next time you encounter an angry parrot, remember Larry's tale and approach with caution. And if you're ever in need of a good laugh, just imagine Larry's therapy session – it's sure to brighten your day, even if it leaves you with a few feathers in your hair.