The parrot

Me and my sister actually bought a parrot last year, and we thought it would be all fun and games. In the beginning the parrot was friendly enough to at least sit on my sister's shoulders and play around. It would take walks with her outside of our house, and it would just be good. The parrot is a girl herself, and she hates men. If a man would go even close to her, she would start to attack, so we kept everyone away from her. Some time started going by, and the parrot that was close to my sister now was very frisky. It would start to bite my sister now which it would never do. It just came to a point where she would have to stay in her cage. One day I was trying to be a brave thing, and was trying to pet the parrot through the cage, now mind you, this parrot is a cockatoo, a big white one with yellow feathers on the top of it's head. I'm petting her, and she is okay, and all of a sudden her beak changed to my direction, and she grabbed on to my finger. I had to pull it out of her mouth, she ripped a whole part of my finger off. It was bleeding profusely. That parrot definitely needed some training after that. Guess you can say this was a story about when parrots go bad...