“Was I worried? Nervous? Totally in a panic?
No way.
I knew I could talk my way out of this jam—with my lucky bird there. Lucky Lippy never lets me down.
Mr. Skruloose leaned over me. We were nearly forehead to forehead. I couldn’t believe it. The dude had big muscles in his forehead!
“Let’s hear it, soldier!” he boomed.
I cleared my throat. “Well, sir,” I started, “I’m president of the Wildlife Club. Early morning is the best time to wake up and see wildlife stuff—don’t you agree?”
He stared at me, trying to decide if I was lying.
“I love to get up before the sun,” I said. “If it means I can see exciting wildlife—like this wild African parrot.”
Skruloose eyed the parrot.
I stuck out my hand. “Perhaps you’d like to make a donation to the Wildlife Club, sir?” I said. “If you have a spare ten-dollar bill, I know everyone in our club will appreciate it.”
I waited for Skruloose to pull out his wallet. He had to believe my story. The lucky parrot always brings me luck when I’m in a jam.
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