(Every time a writer uses the word 'intricate' an artist has to spend 2 extra hours drawing the thing... if it's like, a movie or something. Does that make sense? Nevermind.)
"Ow! Quit pecking me. I said I'm sorry." Neo said.
"You could have killed me." The parrot grumbled.
"Oh, quit being so dramatic. So I got up too fast and you fell. Big deal."
"Fell? You threw me across the room."
"Yeah, well..." Neo glanced around, and a chill ran up his spine. Where was everyone? He slowed, head spinning in every direction. The bird noticed it, too, and grew silent. His feathers pulled close to his body. They both lighted on a tree, oblivious of the girl flying not twenty feet away.