"Ah?" The steward was taken aback.
Master Du twirled the Buddha beads, "This myna bird's feathers shine brightly and it chirps crisply, clearly it has been domesticated. Aren't you afraid its owner will be worried, now that you've captured it?"
The steward continued, "I figure this myna must have sneaked out by itself. A bird like this, kept in captivity for a long time and suddenly set free outside, has absolutely no survival skills. If released, it wouldn't only fail to find its way home but might also face the risk of starving to death."
The myna in the cage, as if understanding the steward's words, started calling out desperately.
"Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!"
Master Du nodded, "You have a point, let's keep it then." This myna was indeed amusing; he had raised many birds, including parrots and mynas, but never had he seen a bird that could curse.
Master Du, with his right hand still holding the Buddha beads, flicked the birdcage, "Be good."