"Caramba!" repeated Jerry.
"Caramba!" Andy tried to say, only it came out more like "Carimba!" The way he said it made it sound like a swear word.
"Oh, dear, I hope that bird won't teach the children any bad language," said Mrs. Martin.
"I somehow doubt if he'll teach them to swear in Spanish over the week end," said Mr. Martin, with a twinkle in his eye.
Then there began an argument about where the parrot's cage should be hung. Cathy said it should be in her room because the parrot's color would go so well with her bedspread and curtains. Jerry said that naturally the cage should be in his room. He had known the parrot longest, hadn't he?
"He likes me best. I know he does," declared Andy. "I want him to sleep with me."
"Maybe the recreation room would be more appropriate," suggested Mr. Martin.
Mrs. Martin knew where there was a big hook which could be screwed in over one of the windows. "You can spend as much time down there with him as you want to," she told the children.
"If we turn the TV on good and loud, that might teach him a little English," said Jerry. "We teach him English. He teaches us Spanish."
"Fair enough," said Mr. Martin.