John tried to shoo away the parrots that seemed to be so infatuated with him once again, only for them to roost on his shoulders again and squawk at each other. A third came to rest on his backpack, pecking at the tin of raisins. While this would be a blessing while he was studying them, he was not so keen with them squawking right next to his ears.

And then a glint of blue metal caught his eye. And the child walking with the cane. And then he ran over.

"Oh, crap! Kid, are you alright?"

One of the parrots- he couldn't tell which- had mimicked the question.