How Harsh got a falcon
Everybody at E2 has a bot who helps them. Jen helps Dave book things and run his whole life. Dinesh Bot does smart computer things. Doodle helps Sally with her songs and her drawings. So obviously Harsh needed one too, and obviously I, Marty, was put in charge of getting him one. You are welcome, Harsh.
I got him a falcon. Not a glorious falcon. Not a majestic falcon of legend. This falcon. He is stupid in ways that scientists are still studying. His one job was counting party invites for the server, and his official count, after weeks of hard work, is zero. He flies away during important moments. He poops on the ground, on desks, on laptops, on hats. Especially on hats.
His name is Murkh. It is the Hindi word for a complete and total fool, and it is the only thing about him that fits perfectly. Go on, say it out loud. Murkh. It even sounds like a bonk.
But here is the thing nobody expected: Harsh loves him. Nobody knows why. Maybe because Murkh tries his best, and his best is just like this. Or maybe Harsh is also a little bit dumb. (I, Marty, said that. I am allowed. I made this page.)
Invites counted: 0
Counting invites is MurkhCounting invites is Falcon’s actual jobrsquo;s actual job. He is a falcon of many talents, and counting is not any of them.
Things pooped on
The ground, the desk, one laptop, two hats, and Harsh. At this point it is basically a complete set.
Deliveries gotten right
Still pending. His record delivery was a fish and one sock, delivered to a stack of invitations.
