The talker

In a jungle,a long way away.Water drips from every leave.A talking parrot sits high, and stiff, on a branch.with its long beak tapered straight up. But his eyes still watches all around. Its body is plump and has a stubby neck. While it opens it's colorful wings and lets the gush of wind through them.It glows just like a rainbow. I says "hello." It gives a little squawk. You usually discover them in a jungle, Where it is pleasant and cool. It can talk. and say a lot of things and dance. This animal also reminds me of a toucan too. And that is a life of a talking parrot.