Okay, like...
You're the opening speaker at an important meeting with co-workers. The conference room is elegant. You are dressed to the nines; your hair is in a very chic up-do (your neighbor did it); you're even wearing your grandmother's pearls. You place your splendid Dooney & Bourke briefcase on the table and open it with a quick, confident flourish. And then...
The whoosh of the opening lid shoots a huge (and I mean huge) fluffy downfeather up towards the ceiling. The feather then wafts dramatically downwards in 2-foot-diameter spirals, AMAZINGLY landing right back in the case. Your peripheral vision tells you that all eyes watched the feather's journey.
You pick up the feather, put it in your jacket pocket, and do your presentation.
Any words necessary? Nope. Everybody knows you have a parrot.
You're the opening speaker at an important meeting with co-workers. The conference room is elegant. You are dressed to the nines; your hair is in a very chic up-do (your neighbor did it); you're even wearing your grandmother's pearls. You place your splendid Dooney & Bourke briefcase on the table and open it with a quick, confident flourish. And then...
The whoosh of the opening lid shoots a huge (and I mean huge) fluffy downfeather up towards the ceiling. The feather then wafts dramatically downwards in 2-foot-diameter spirals, AMAZINGLY landing right back in the case. Your peripheral vision tells you that all eyes watched the feather's journey.
You pick up the feather, put it in your jacket pocket, and do your presentation.
Any words necessary? Nope. Everybody knows you have a parrot.