Professor Cone and the Macaw Episode 1
June 7th
I was not in a good mood for some time. I am feeling quite cheerful again this morning as a result of a strange incident.
Let me tell you the reason for the bad mood first. A scientist named Professor Gajanan Tarafdar came to meet me a few days ago. Gentlemen will go to Hazaribagh. Hearing my name, reading my book came to talk to me and see my laboratory. Not that no other scientist had come before. Scientists from almost all countries visit my laboratory once they come to India. A Norwegian zoologist spent almost a month here. But this guy is a little different. How is his demeanor? Too many detailed questions and such a lively and intense look, as if you would master all the mysteries of my research with just one glance. There is bound to be a bit of rivalry among scientists over basic research. It is unfair to expect that all the information that I have found after years of thinking, calculating, sweat of the head and feet, that someone will know everything in response to one question! But the gentleman has such a desire. Looking at my appearance, I probably look like an innocent cow. Otherwise, how dare to ask all these questions directly? And if you ask, how do you expect to get an answer?
I was also researching a wonder drug at that time. If he takes the potion, any creature will disappear. The whole work in medicine was still not giving. The guinea pig I was testing on took on a clear blurry appearance for exactly seventeen seconds after the drug, not disappearing completely. There was a little mess in some of the ingredients and that's why I was worried. And at that time Mr. Tarfdar came.
I had to get up to speed that day to handle the thrust of his questions. And what a strange curiosity! And he has no peace until he opens the bottle of medicine and sniffs it. But it was quite fun to feel one thing. Almost none of my own potions could be recognized by Professor Tarfdar. In other words, he could not guess what they were made of.
I definitely didn't let him rummage through my notebooks. That is, it contained the formula for the invisibility potion and all my research notes about it. I was keeping an eye on that book all the time. While talking suddenly a registry letter came to read and my servant Prahlad was not at home, I had to get up and go out for two minutes. When I came back, I saw Tarfdar opening the notebook and swallowing my writing, an unusual excitement in his manner.
I could not do the rudeness of snatching the notebook from his hands. But instead I was forced to resort to a lie. I said, 'Look, I have just received a letter, it contains very bad news. If you don't mind - I can't talk to you anymore today.'
Two more days after that Prof. Tarafdar came but he was not allowed in my laboratory. Because knowing he had come, I locked the laboratory and put him in the living room. As a result, both times the gentleman took tea for five minutes and said goodbye to nonsense.
I don't know when he went back to Hazaribagh. I received a letter from him a few days ago on Wednesday. I did not like the meaning of this letter at all. Tarfdar writes about my research in a tone of suppressed irony that he is not at all impressed with my work and that he himself is about to discover a wonderful method of invisibility, worth far more than mine. In a few days he will beat me by promoting this discovery.
I read the letter and burst out laughing at first. Then suddenly there was a shock. In the two minutes that Tarfdar had the opportunity to open my account, he has memorized all my formulas or not? And based on that, is he going to work on God himself? No, impossible. I don't believe that Tarafdar has such powers, but he seems to me to be a fairly average scientist. However, after reading the letter, my mood became bitter.
At that time a strange thing happened and it happened this morning.
At 6:30 in the morning, I came out to see the flowers in my garden, as usual, when I looked at the golanch tree on the eastern side of the wall, I saw a game of dazzling colors on a branch of the tree.
I went closer and saw a very beautiful macaw (Macaw or Macao) bird sitting on a branch of the tree and looking at me. Macaws are similar to cockatoos, but about four times larger than cockatoos. Its native habitat is South America. No other bird in the world seems to have so many colors. It seems as if nature has deliberately scratched the bird's skin while playing with the seven colors of the rainbow. If you keep this bird in the house, the house will become light.
But how did he come to my garden?
And why will this bird fly from the tree and sit on my shoulder?
Anyway, even if he is not my pet, he doesn't seem to have any objection to being with me.
I shouldered the macaw into the house and arranged to keep it in my laboratory. I spend most of my time in the laboratory. It will be convenient to keep an eye on the bird. At one point I thought she might object to the pungent smell of my medicine—but she didn't utter the word two.
He became silent after seeing that. After a few days, I may see that they have become quite friendly.
The bird ate two cream cracker biscuits in the morning. Then I arranged his suitable food. At first Prahlad was startled and then he too accepted the bird. I believe within a few days Prahlad will love the bird as much as I do. While working in the laboratory today, I have seen the bird many times. Every time I saw him, he glared at me. Whose bird, who knows where it came from!
June 19th
A strange thing happened today.
While bringing the bottle of medicine from the guinea pig's cage to the table, the question came in a hoarse voice - 'What's wrong?
I looked around in surprise to see Makaota's lips moving.
'What the hell? what is karach
I am surprised. This is what it says.
Not just words. I have never heard such clear words from a bird's mouth.
I stared at Macaota for a while.
Then a sound came out of the bird's mouth which could be nothing but a shrill laugh.
The bottle remained in my hand.
Then I saw Macaota's lips moving again - "What is that? what is that what is that??
Now it's my turn to laugh. Macao wants to know what's in the bottle!
Mr. Macao became a little serious after hearing my smile. Then the tone of the voice was a little more hoarse - 'What's laughing? What about laughter? What about laughter?'
No, he will probably be displeased if you don't take him seriously. I cleared my throat and said—'There is a medicine in it. Whoever eats it will disappear.
'So? Is it?
'Yes. Now playing invisible for five hours. By varying the ratio, the time increase can be reduced.
The macaw was silent for a while and made a sound that sounded like a serious human voice saying 'huh'.
Then the question came again - 'What medicine? What medicine??
I somehow suppressed a smile and said... 'I haven't given a name yet. I can tell you what it is made of. Extract of gorgonsus, paranium potentate, sodium bicarbonate, babui's egg, marigold juice and tincture of iodine.'
Macao is quiet now. I saw him staring at the floor of the laboratory.
I said now, 'How did you learn to speak such strange things?'
Macao is speechless.
I said again, 'How do you learn?'
Once the macaw's lips seemed to move. But don't talk. It was not thought that this strange bird would be able to speak again. It's absolutely fow.
22nd June
Half an hour ago today, I was going to the laboratory after dinner and was about to lock the room when I came to the door when I heard a muffled voice. It's Macawta's words, but he's speaking in a slow, muffled voice. It became clear as I pressed my foot to the door and listened.
"Extract of Gorgonus, Paranium Potentate, Sodium Bicarbonate, Eggs of Babui, Juice of Chamomile, Tincture of Iodine'—" I stood and heard the name recited ten times, then cleared my throat and entered the laboratory, saying, 'Good night.
Macao stopped his recitation and looked at me for a few seconds and said, 'Buena noche'. That is the Spanish translation of good night.
There is no longer any doubt that its native place is indeed South America. As I was locking the laboratory I heard the recitation started again. I came up thinking about the power of speech and memory of this amazing bird.
My cat Newton hissed a couple of times, but seeing no sign of annoyance or hostility from the bird, he kept quiet. After a few days, I may see that they have become quite friendly.
The bird ate two cream cracker biscuits in the morning. Then I arranged his suitable food. At first Prahlad was startled and then he too accepted the bird. I believe within a few days Prahlad will love the bird as much as I do. While working in the laboratory today, I have seen the bird many times. Every time I saw him, he glared at me. Whose bird, who knows where it came from!
June 19th
A strange thing happened today.
While bringing the bottle of medicine from the guinea pig's cage to the table, the question came in a hoarse voice - 'What's wrong?
I looked around in surprise to see Makaota's lips moving.
'What the hell? what is karach
I am surprised. This is what it says.
Not just words. I have never heard such clear words from a bird's mouth.
I stared at Macaota for a while.
Then a sound came out of the bird's mouth which could be nothing but a shrill laugh.
The bottle remained in my hand.
Then I saw Macaota's lips moving again - "What is that? what is that what is that??
Now it's my turn to laugh. Macao wants to know what's in the bottle!
Mr. Macao became a little serious after hearing my smile. Then the tone of the voice was a little more hoarse - 'What's laughing? What about laughter? What about laughter?'
No, he will probably be displeased if you don't take him seriously. I cleared my throat and said—'There is a medicine in it. Whoever eats it will disappear.
'So? Is it?
'Yes. Now playing invisible for five hours. By varying the ratio, the time increase can be reduced.
The macaw was silent for a while and made a sound that sounded like a serious human voice saying 'huh'.
Then the question came again - 'What medicine? What medicine??
I somehow suppressed a smile and said... 'I haven't given a name yet. I can tell you what it is made of. Extract of gorgonsus, paranium potentate, sodium bicarbonate, babui's egg, marigold juice and tincture of iodine.'
Macao is quiet now. I saw him staring at the floor of the laboratory.
I said now, 'How did you learn to speak such strange things?'
Macao is speechless.
I said again, 'How do you learn?'
Once the macaw's lips seemed to move. But don't talk. It was not thought that this strange bird would be able to speak again. It's absolutely fow.
22nd June
Half an hour ago today, I was going to the laboratory after dinner and was about to lock the room when I came to the door when I heard a muffled voice. It's Macawta's words, but he's speaking in a slow, muffled voice. It became clear as I pressed my foot to the door and listened.
"Extract of Gorgonus, Paranium Potentate, Sodium Bicarbonate, Eggs of Babui, Juice of Chamomile, Tincture of Iodine'—" I stood and heard the name recited ten times, then cleared my throat and entered the laboratory, saying, 'Good night.
Macao stopped his recitation and looked at me for a few seconds and said, 'Buena noche'. That is the Spanish translation of good night.
There is no longer any doubt that its native place is indeed South America. As I was locking the laboratory I heard the recitation started again. I came up thinking about the power of speech and memory of this amazing bird.