Bluegrass Christmas
While "Mac" MacCarthy hadn't counted on peace and quiet when he returned to his office, he hadn't anticipated an opera-singing cockatoo, either.
December might not go as well as he planned.
Assuming the only logical explanation, Mac pushed his way through the connecting interior doors of the bakery adjacent to his engineering office. "All right, Dinah, what did you do to him?"
Dinah Rollings, owner of the Taste and See Bakery, looked up from her cash register. "To whom?"
Mac cocked his head toward the racket behind him. "I've got Luciano Pavarotti in feathers perched on my credenza. Very funny. Now tell me what you did to Curly so I can hush him up before cats start prowling the alley."
With both doors open, Dinah could evidently hear the bird. Her face was half surprised, half amused. "Not bad. That's from The Marriage of Figaro, I think. Didn't peg you for an opera fan."
Mac looked quizzically at his smirking neighbor. "You didn't do this?"
She raised an eyebrow. "No."
"Gil?" Mac named his best friend who, while no fan of opera, had been known to love a good joke.
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