Everybody who visits the family says how pretty, lively, clever and intelligent I am (funny, I never hear them use the word "modest"). Naturally my family couldn't agree more, but until now they didn't think it was all that exceptional. Since their visit to the pet shop this afternoon they realized that it isn't so self-evident. They saw a two-year-old Grey who was lifeless, dull and ugly. It was a nervous wreck and half bald because of it plucking its own feathers. They felt so much pity for the poor thing.