Muffin as Parrot

Denis Diderot stirs.

What's that, Terence? mumbles Denis.

I'm not going to eat you, says Terence.

Did  I ask if you were? asks Denis.

No, says Terence. And nor did the muffin.

Who gave you that muffin? asks Denis. 

The breakfast lady, says Terence. I got mine first. 

As I recall, you're not meant to eat solids, says Denis.

Which is why! says Terence.

What's going on? mutters Gaius. 

He's been given a muffin, says Denis.

A muffin! says Gaius. 

But I'm not going to eat it, says Terence.

Perhaps Denis and I could share it, says Gaius. 

It's my muffin, says Terence. I got it for a reason.

Gaius waits for the reason.

So does the muffin.

(imagine you were that muffin, expecting to be eaten, then told you would not be eaten, then faced with being shared by two people you don't belong to)

What was the reason? asks Gaius.

To prove I wasn't a frog, says Terence. A mean girl said I was one.

(the muffin does not remember a mean girl)

And a flight attendant must have taken pity on him, and given him the muffin, says Denis.

So I'm going to keep it forever, says Terence.

(the muffin is puzzled)

What a waste, says Gaius.

It's probably gone cold by now, says Denis. When the breakfast trolley comes by we can ask for fresh muffins.

I hope there are alternative options, says Gaius. Scrambled eggs would be nicer.

 Or croissants, says Denis.

Terence looks at his muffin. 

I'll keep you forever, says Terence.

(I wonder how long that is? wonders the muffin)

I might train you to be my new parrot, says Terence.

Ha ha! laughs Gaius. Muffin as parrot.

Why a parrot? asks Denis.

(the muffin is wondering the same thing)

Terence and his parrots, says Gaius. Some have been more proactive than others. This muffin may only last till we catch up with Roo-kai.

(I must become more proactive, thinks the muffin)