He flitted and rolled as he dodged the fighting men. His green wings beat in anger and frustration as the eye-patch dangled from his claws. He spied his target in the melee and landed beside him.
"Thank you, Polly," One-Eyed Jim said with a grin as he held out his dirty hand to accept his eye-patch from the over-worked bird.
"My name's not POLLY!" he screeched at One-eyed Jim.
Jim pointed his pistol at the parrot and cocked the hammer with a deadly CLACK.
The parrot gulped as the pistol poked his feathered breast and he said, "Polly wanna cracker?"