Oswald is hanging out in the library when he senses someone standing near him, “excuse me?”
“Does it seem like I want you hanging over my shoulder? Shoo.”
“I’m trying to grab a book that is over your head. Though I could just stand here with my head on your shoulder and screech like a parrot in your ear. Or, you could help me by moving your head a little to the left, and I’ll just keep this little parrot locked away. What d’ya say?”



















