Hazel's parrot, Chili, flew in, landing on the bedpost of her bunk. "Whhyy, hrrrrello there!" he squawked happily, starting to dance, bobbing his head up and down.
"Ahhhh!!!!!" I screamed not expecting anyone to answer. I turned around and saw a beautiful bird, bobbing his head happily. "Hello there, you are the prettiest bird i've ever seen." I put my finger on the the back of the birds head petting it gracfully.
For once, the bird let a stranger pet him. She smelt like peanuts anyway, his favorite snack. "Me is Chili!" he chirped. She was about Hazel's age, who wasn't at camp. He glanced at Hazel and Noonian by the ice cream shop, when he flew back to camp. Chili guessed she found out sooner or later he was alive.