I sat next to Eduardo as we were watching the soccer game. The elder Spix macaw and I were lounging on the stump in his hollowed out tree, eating from a bowl of Brazil nuts and drinking cans of soda. Presently, Eduardo grabbed his soda can and took several long gulps from it. I watched, mesmerized as the liquid cascaded down his esophagus and into his slightly paunchy beer belly.

Eduardo burped rudely after pulling the can away from his beak, the loud, sharp noise catching me by surprise and making my blue, feathery cheeks blush. BRARRRRRLLLLLP! "Ahh," the crass elderly macaw sighed after belching and gave his belly a few firm pats with a wing. Smirking proudly, Eduardo said, "Scuse eh moi, heheheh."

My heart pounded faster with attraction as I took in the smug gaze of the Spix macaw tribe leader, always so prideful of his lack of manners. I wanted nothing more than to kiss Eduardo right then and there, and to beg him to burp right in my face. Alas, I knew how Eduardo felt about gay birds. He thought they were, and I quote, "worthless faggots who were an embarrassment to "real men" and did not permit them to live in the tribe."

So, instead of confessing my deep feelings for him, I simply chuckled and praised his crude talents. "Hahaha, nice one, Sir!" Eduardo just continued to smirk at me, an almost evil look in his eye, before he thumped his chest mightily with a wing and leaned towards me. "THURRRAAANNK YOOOUUURRRRPPP!"

My eyes widened with surprise and my feathers were blown back as Eduardo burped the words Thank You right in my face. The old macaw's breath smelled absolutely foul, and I couldn't help but gag as his burp violated my senses.

Eduardo sighed afterward and patted his beer belly gently. Then, he started howling with laughter and pointing at me. "Hahahaha, you should have seen the look on your face, fledgling!" Eduardo taunted me. "Hope you enjoyed my signature soda BURRP! Hahahaha!"

I fanned away the air of Eduardo's mid-sentence belch, blushing red as a beet. It was hard to believe this wasn't a dream. I should really hang out with the boorish macaw more often. "Excellent belches, Sir!" I exclaimed joyfully. "It was truly an honor to bask in their stink."

This response caught Eduardo off guard as his eyes widened in surprise and he moved back a bit from me. I realized that what I had just said was not what the normal response would be to having someone rudely burp in your face twice.

I decided to backpedal and chuckled awkwardly. "Hehe, well you know, um, Stockholm Syndrome is a thing, hehe."