“Who let you in?” he demanded. “What’re you doing to my poor Sailor?” He held out an arm, and the parrot promptly strolled up to his shoulder. Erin pointed at the blackened back wall. “Your parrot called for help,” she… — Betty Ren Wright Copy Share Image
“Who let you in?” he demanded. “What’re you doing to my poor Sailor?” He held out an arm, and the parrot promptly strolled up… — Betty Ren Wright Copy Share Image
“He looked serious—worried, Erin decided—but as he crossed the street, his expression changed. He tilted his visored cap over one eye and leaned through… — Betty Ren Wright Copy Share Image
