Pulling wool

Ryle's face was shrouded in a layer of frost. Even the usually noisy parrot was obediently cocooned in his arms, seemingly sensing its owner's fluctuating mood. 

It had not even lived properly yet. 

It had not even met its hen yet. It did not want to die childless. 

(Note: Female parrots are known as female parrots or hens)

At this time, there was a knock on the door. 

''Come in.'' 

The head of the IT department stepped inside, his face showing a trace of shock when he saw the condition the office was in. He had been cooped up in the IT department, seeking a breakthrough in the task that was handed to him so he had no idea what transpired here. 

But he did not have the guts to get his curiosity quelled by their boss. Gulping softly, he realized that he might have bought his pessimistic news at the wrong time.