Story Time, Story Time!

Hi everybody. I wonder how many everybody is? Four, the amount of people who have actually posted comments, or the twenty or so who have seen my profile? Right now I'm tempted to give you all my google email adress, so those that don't know how to comment can still reach me.

I just finished two books, in my need to get over my Max Ride insanity. The first, Twilight by Stephanie Meyer, was really good, and to my friends who are asking me why I waited for now to read it, I understand why you like it so much. The second, The Gospel According to Larry by Janet Tashjian, was also really good, but it caused more introspection than the first. For the first time in a while, I was seriously thinking of putting away the pen, so to speak. The only book I am working on at all that could seriously make any kind of good message, I've worked on the least. It makes me really sad I can't produce something like the story I am giving you all right now.

(Artemis: Enough of you being a mopey duck, let's continue the story! ) I don't think they need the entire recap, otherwise there's just gonna be too much to read. Mosshead was just taken to a petstore, where he met Mojo.

Mojo told me everything I needed to know, and more. I learned how to tell the difference between the humans, and which one to hope for. “The females have long fur on their heads and bright shiny things” She also told me about the cats. She pointed them out for me and told me I should always avoid them. They looked somewhat familiar, like one of the animals from my old home, with their pointed ears and smooth walking. Then Mojo told me about herself. She is a hybrid, a crossbreed, bred by the humans to look like she does now because they humans love colorful animals. She said she never had a flock like me, just humans to name her. She was about my age, just two weeks after flight age. I was happy to have her with me, someone to talk to other than the tinkle toys as Mojo likes to call them. Mojo said we are supposed to think they are birds like us but all they are good for it grating down your beak.


Within a few weeks my world crashed down. A man came in, a man in blue pants and a white shirt. At first he was no problem until the man walked up to Mojo and me. My heart stopped when he did, right in front of us. One look at Mojo confirmed it; he was looking for a parrot. “How much for the green one?” Mojo translated it back to me, but I knew what he said. I didn’t need a translator to know he wanted to buy me. The shop man told him the price, but neither of us listened, we were huddled together racking our brains for a way out of this. Only one came to mind that would have any possible effect. I puffed myself up to twice my normal size, making me look as formidable as I could and viciously pecked every bit of flesh I could find. They just grunted and the shop man put on leather gloves and picked me up and put me in a small cardboard cage. I was trapped; there was no way out now. I tried to peck at the cardboard, hoping to make a hole for me to escape through but the man already had me in a loud moving animal. Mojo obviously doesn’t know of these. “I hope my daughter likes you, she already has lost four birds and she had to pick the hardest bird to find. The stupid pet shop never gives returns and tells me I should be lucky to have found you.” He kept going on like that all the way. Then, very suddenly the loud roars and moving stopped. The man then grabbed the cage and carried me wherever else I need to go. “Oh daddy, you got me a parrot! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the best daddy in the world!” It was the high pitch of a female and called the male “daddy,” whatever that is. Maybe that’s his name. “I’m glad you’re happy, sweetheart. Take better care of this one this time, okay?” Sweetheart sounded more like a name than Daddy or even Mojo. I already liked the female. “I am fourteen dad; I can take care of a bird. Let’s put him in the Aviary right now!”

I am then carried over to a big cage, bigger than any cage I have seen so far. In it were three other birds, a red one like Rubytail, a green and blue one with a red forehead and a blue and golden colored one. ”Welcome to the Aviary, Blue jay.” So, that is my name. It’s not from my flock but it is mine whether I want it or not. I flew the short distance I can to the nearest bird and greeted him. He was the green one and told me his name and the name of the rest of the flock. The Blue one is Blueberry, the green one Kiwi, and the red one is Cardinal. He also said that Cardinal is the oldest and most favored of the birds. He told me where to find the food and water and then left me alone to explore. It was very boring inside of the cage, coated in poop and seed shells. The only thing I wanted to see was outside of the cage. The green grass and (my heart stuttered) small trees. How I longed to fly up to that tree, as if it could take all my troubles of this new world away.

“You really shouldn’t stare out there for long, you just get more homesick.” I jumped in surprise to find Cardinal. Then I looked at him again.

“This isn’t your home?” I chirped, startled by his presence. Cardinal just looked at me like that was the stupidest question ever made. It reminded me of Mojo when I first came to the pet store.

“You really think I was born in this, place. No, I was born in a flock, much like you. Don’t look so surprised, I was looking out there too when I first came here. It’s easy to tell the human born ones, from the real birds."