This is a short story of a person (Floyd), his cockatiel (Robert), and their next door neighbor (Bob)
There was once a man named Floyd. There probably still is, really. Floyd lived with his bird, Robert. One day, however, Floyd decided he needed a vacation. Sadly for him, his bird could not come along. So he asked his friend Bob if he could look after Robert while Floyd was gone. Bob said he already had a large dog and thus Robert couldn't come and stay in Bob's house, but he said that he could go and visit Robert a few hours per day. After packing up, Floyd left. What he didn't realize was that he had left a well opened chocolate bar on the counter. Now, you see, chocolate is quite poisonous to birds.
Bob took care of Robert while Floyd was away, but on the day that Floyd was to arrive home, Bob accidentally left the cage door unlocked. When Floyd got home, he saw his bird on the floor, pacing in circles, with a large bite mark in the chocolate bar. Floyd absolutely panicked, and drove Robert to the vet. however, they said he had not eaten any chocolate. Floyd then drove Robert to a science laboratory where they examined Robert with many things, like an MRI (but he was fine afterward. Somehow). They told him he hadn't so much as stepped in any kind of chocolate his whole life.
Perplexed, Floyd took Robert home and then after putting Robert in his cage, walked to his neighbor Bob and asked if he saw Robert eating any chocolate. Bob said he hadn't, but he knew why there was a bite in the chocolate bar anyway.
Bob was the one who'd taken a bite.
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