Gnaven gammel fugl / Grumpy old bird

Der er 3 fugle i huset igen. Selv om den gamle grønne og den nye gule var så glade for hinanden, skiftede han pludselig humør. En dag blev hun angrebet, hver gang hun prøvede at sætte sig op på pinden. Den gamle knark blev smidt i eget pensionist-bur og den unge frøken følte sig pludselig så ensom. Sad og kiggede trist efter ham. Der måtte ungt blod til!
Så nu sidder de to unge fugle i det store bur og den gamle i det lille. Han virker til at være godt tilpas. Gider ikke ud af buret. Sidder og stirrer på de to andre og skælder gevaldigt ud med jævne mellemrum. Ellers snakker han lige så meget som sædvanligt, men det er ret sjovt, for han pipper anderledes. Han siger lyde som de to små.
Det må være en drøm af en alderdom, ikke? Skælde lidt ud og iøvrigt prøve at snakke som de unge uden at det lyder helt rigtigt......

There are 3 birds in my livingroom once more. Even though the old green and the young yellow were really happy for each other, suddenly he changed his mind. One day he attacked her every time she tried sitting on one of the sticks. The old boy was forcedly removed and now lives in his own retirement-cage, and so the young miss got very lonely, spending her day looking sadly at him. We needed some young blood!
Now the two young birds sit in the large cage and the old one sits in the small one. He seems comfortable enough, though. Doesn't want to leave his cage. Sits there, staring at the two youngsters and yelling at them quite so often. Otherwise he talks as much as he used to, but it's kind of funny. He makes new noises, like the young birds.
Must be a wonderful way being old, don't you think? Being as grumpy as you like and try talking like the young ones without having it sounding exactly right.....