Chapter Eighteen.
The box. There it was, right in front of me. In front of my cage. I stared at it as if it would give me good luck.
The juvenile human's parent whispered something in her ear.
Shyly, she walked up to the human who was getting the box ready for me.
"Um, my mom said something to me," She began, eyeing her mom nervously.
"Yes?" The other one said, "What?"
"What are they saying?" I chirped to Chirpy.
"I don't know, but it doesn't sound too good." Chirpy whistled unsurely.
"That one is too... plain,"
"Apple? No, she's the best one here," The other human lied, trying to buy some time.
"No, I don't know. I think..." She didn't know what to say.
"Chirpy!" I shreiked, " What does that mean???"
Chirpy just looked at me in alarm.
"What can be holding them up?" I asked again.
"Well, I think they don't think you're special enough," Chirpy sounded unsure.
"How can I be more special? I can talk!"
"They might not know,"
"Of course they know! See, it says so on the piece of wood on my cage!"
"What if," Chirpy got cut off by a human suddenly pushing open the door.
A cage was dropped off on another table, a gold capped conure looking around wildly within it.
I suddenly remembered how I felt when I first set eyes on the shelter.
Terrified.
But that wasn't important. Were they going to get me or not?
"What if the human can't read?" Chirpy finished.
The world suddenly seemed so miserable. What was I going to do?
