Charlie is used to have a cub of peppermint tea every afternoon. he loves the whole procedure of brewing tea. beginning with filling up the teapot and ending up with slurping the very last drop of tea out of it. the way the tea was shimmering in the sun made him feel welcome and warm. he has been doing that for his entire parrot life. guess his mother used water improved with some herbs to clean his egg shell. but that time a cat came in, a cat which broadly smiled at him. you like drinking tea, eh? the cat asked and started smiling at him again. Charlie didn't bother and continued drinking his afternoon tea. the washing machine as well as the detergents on it began suddenly to dance. his view became more and more cloudly until he fell asleep. a sweet-smelling autumn-red fluid was caressing his toes. the room surrounding him was made of some china-like material. he decided to climb up a wall to see what is outside. Charlie could not believe what he was seeing.. a huge card, with arms and legs, was hunting a white flamingo, another card was saluting. up to then he hadn't noticed what happened behind his back. a cold and noisy snort made his feathers shivering.
where was he?

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