The toilet is right here. Rosie made an uninspired gesture toward the bathroom door next to her. She frowned, making a piece of meatball fall from her eyebrow to the ground. "Antony, you know how important this day is for me. I need my rest, I have to look good. We have talked about this. I have to be better than your sister because I do not like her. "
Antony had never heard her say this so literally. He walked back down the hallway, ignoring the gale force winds that the parrot was forecasting for Copenhagen as he passed it. He went to the bathroom as a matter of form, where he performed an oscar-worthy imitation of someone who pees and went back to bed.
krrrrrruuuuuuunnnngggggrrrrrlllllrrrrrruuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmkkkkkkkkrr ...
He was not going to give up. he would succeed. He was determined to reach the door. But how? With the hallway light on he could not pass without the parrot screaming, but switching the hallway light off would not work without himself screaming because of the minefield of shreds from his model airplane. He had to make sure he could see himself, but not the parrot .
He looked at the sleeping woman beside him, and got an idea. He stepped out of the bed and walked to Rosies side. He firmly grabbed the blanket at the ends and gently pulled it toward him, in such fashion that his wife gently rolled off her pillow further onto the bed. Antony stuffed the cloth under his arm and quietly walked down the corridor again.
He left the hallway light switched off. keeping close to the walls, he cautiously made his way down the dark hall again, his fingers found the bird cage. He pulled the sheet from under his arm and spread it out over the bars, hoping that the nearly blind resident would not notice this additional housing of stale, black cotton. luckily it remained quiet. Antony crept back toward the bedroom door, switched the light on and saw the sheet covering the cage completely. It wasn't very graceful: the sheet not only covered the cage but also part of the hallway floor.
Still remaining very cautious Antony walked toward the back door. He passed the cage without problems, satisfied he stepped over the sheet and maneuvered his feet between the dozens of parts of his once favourite model airplane. The look of it hurt him, but at least he could now reach the back door.
Nervous but excited, he opened the door..
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