Fred M. White, A Parrot Cry (1918)
“ And there, on a branch a few feet above their heads, was a great grey parrot eyeing them with a sort of solemn friendliness, and a peculiar twinkle in that beady little black orb of his. "Whisky and soda!" he said. "Come and have a whisky and soda! Help yourself, my boy!" "If we could only get hold of him!" Edith whispered. "Ah, if we only could!" Manning said, with a deep breath. "Look at him! There isn't a feather out of place. He's too sleek and well fed to have escaped of his own accord. He's one of Addison's pets, and is probably allowed to fly about the forest as he likes. ”
