A man walks into a pet shop.

While he's browsing, there's one pet that catches his eye. It's a tall, sharp-beaked bird with beautiful jet black plumage; a condor, to be precise. Upon, further inspection, however, the man notices that the condor is unusually thin. Sickly, even.

More than a little troubled, the man gets the shopkeeper's attention and asks him about the bird. "What's wrong with your bird? It looks like she hasn't eaten in weeks. Don't you feed your animals?"

The shopkeeper sighs and shakes his head. "That one's a special case," he says. "We've tried giving her all different kinds of bird feed, but she just won't eat. It's like she has a compulsion to stay skinny or something."

"Like anorexia?" asks the man.

"Yeah, I guess you could call it that," the shopkeeper says. "At this rate, she's gonna be gone in a couple weeks."

The man gasps in horror. "I can't let that happen!" he exclaims. "Let me take her off your hands, I beg you."

The shopkeeper shrugs, undoes the cage and hands him the condor. "If you want her, she's yours. But it's going to be hard to get her to eat. God knows I couldn't do it."

The man thanks the shopkeeper, pays him and leaves. As he's driving home, he struggles to process what he just heard. *An anorexic bird? Who ever heard of such a thing?*

For the next few days, the man stops at every single pet shop in the city in search of anything that his condor would eat. He samples every variety of bird feed in every store, but the condor refuses to touch any of them. After a few days, he starts to lose hope that he can ever save the bird.

One day, he comes home with a takeout box from his favorite Dim Sum restaurant. "I suppose she won't want any of *this* food, either," he mutters to himself.

But as he's at the dinner table eating, he notices the condor eying his meal hungrily. The man's face immediately lights up.

*What could she be hungry for, I wonder?*

He offers her some of the lo ma gai, but she turns her heard away. He tries a spring roll, next, but she rejects this as well. But when he presents her a steaming pork bun, she tears into it savagely.

"I've found it!" the man cries. "Hallelujah, I've found it!"

From then on, the man would take his condor to the Dim Sum restaurant once or twice a week, and order an extra serving of pork buns for her. Unfortunately, it would be a while before she would start looking healthy again, but the man was content knowing that he had found a way to feed her.

Then, one night at Dim Sum, the man finds that, to his horror, the restaurant has taken pork buns off the menu.

"But why?!" he demands.

The waitress shrugs. "The manager decided that they weren't selling well enough," he says. "But there are plenty of other delicious dishes on our menu."

"You don't understand!" cries the man. "My condor is anorexic! Those pork buns were the only thing I could get her to eat!"

The waitress eyes him skeptically. "That's preposterous," she says. "I'm sure there's something else on the menu that your bird will eat."

"You're welcome to try," the man says forlornly. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

For the next hour, the waitress runs back and forth between the kitchen and the dining area, bringing out dish after dish after dish. Spring rolls, spare ribs, fried rice, fried squid, taro cake... but the condor refuses every one.

After a while, the man orders her to stop. "It's no use, miss," he sighs.

"My ana condor don't want none unless you got buns, hon."