If Froley, my pet cockatiel, was a character in a movie or TV show, he’d have to be a strange mix of roles.
He’s like Carl Fredricksen from Up. He’s got the ornery soul of an old man who needs to learn to love other people aside from his significant other.
He’s like Drogon from Game of Thrones. He’s got the heart and fire of a massive dragon even though someone could accidentally sit on him.
He’s like Sonny Corleone from The Godfather. He’s a hotheaded, territorial bird who occasionally flies himself into trouble.
He’s like Raymond Babbitt from Rain Man. He’s got a touch of bird OCD; he doesn’t like it when things are out of order or patterns are not adhered to.
He’s like Pikachu from Pokemon. He’s got those little red cheek things. Come on.
He’s like Dufayel from Amelie. He likes to stare out the window at the lives of our neighborhood birds.
He’s like Romeo from Romeo and Juliet. He has no real, healthy concept of time.
He’s like Michael Scott from The Office. You can’t have him alone unsupervised or else he’ll make a mess of things.
He’s like Baymax from Big Hero Six. When you see him, you immediately want to cuddle with him.
He’s like the Xenomorph from Alien. No matter where I go, he’ll always try to find me.
He’s like the T. Rex from Jurassic Park. He has very distinct-sounding footsteps.
He’s like Samwise Gamgee from The Lord of the Rings. His loyalty to his one person knows no bounds.
So you see, Froley is like so many characters, it’d be hard to have him be just one.
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