Actually, all we do is sit in the special room (which is better insulated to protect patrons from the noise of wild children, and yes, I'm sure it took $ to build that) and read stories.
I also get to hear stories. Like about how they used to have a parrot in Mexico that flew to their aunt's house with messages (like a carrier pigeon!) until one day some grumpy old man shot it.
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