Are birds filthy?

Camille Studer stands in front of her bedroom mirror. She needs to put her hair up, but how shall she do it? ‘Lets go Grecian today’ she thinks to herself ‘I haven’t gone Grecian since the day before my teeth were ripped out.’ Camille likes doing updos that mimic the feminine Grecian styles, its easy and the result is most acceptable. She begins twisting her dark locks and securing them to the back of her head when her younger sister Emily enters the room. Emily walks over to Camille’s window and stares at the tree below. She asks Camille a question…

“Do you think birds are filthy?”
“No, not really.”
“Well I think they are. Its like do they ever wash themselves?”
"Yeah.”
“How?”
“They flap around in water.”
“Oh yeah sure, like they all take turns at the ‘bird bath’ things.”
“Emily there are other pools of water they can use.”
“I guess.”
“Well I mean how dirty can they be anyways? They’re either in the air, and they can’t get dirty up there, or they’re standing on their feet. So really their feet would be the only problem, I think they’re feathers are pretty silky so most everything slides off.”
“That’s true.”
“Well I mean the little ones at least. I’m sure some big birds are filthy.”
“Well obviously.”
“Yeah.”

So I guess some birds are filthy.

THE END.