Chapter Four
~Two days later~
I was still dozing when I heard the door of our cage squeal as it opened. I took my head out from under my mantle feathers. Ugh, I hate it when my mask feathers are seperated from my beak like that. It somehow makes me feel insecure, I don't know why. I quickly fluffed them up again, but flattened all my feathers when I saw the giant hand again reaching for my budgie friend. I screeched in fury and flew randomly around the cage. My friend quickly followed. We did that for a while, then the hand finally caught him. What now??? After all I've been through, can't they just give me some peace?
The human took him out of our cage. Biting her, he finally managed to get out of her grip, and flew to the cage, searching frantically for a way in. Down came the hand, this time, a finger chased him around the cage.
Finally, he took off, but due to his clipped wings, only managed to fly a few feet before plopping down to the ground. The human grunted in her language, and picked him up. This time, he did not struggle. My friend was perching on a human hand!
The human grunted, "Good boy!"(Without learning, parakeets can not understand english, but for the sake of the story, the human can be understandable. Budgies in the story can not understand this until I tell you so
) What does that mean? Is that a good or bad thing to say for a human?
After a while, my friend finally tried to fly off. He landed somewhere under the cage.
"Are you ok?" I chirped to him.
The human suddenly looked at me, and some kind of expression came to her face. I flew to the back of my cage, and clung to the bars.
The human bent down, and said, "Step up." She put the other budgie back, and while her hand was in the cage, chased me around my perch saying the same thing. I finally gave in and stepped onto her hand, and seeing what happened to my friend, I didn't panic as much. Nothing good was going to happen, but nothing really bad came from perching on a human, either.
The human took me out of the cage, and studied me. I cocked my head to get a better picture of her, as well.
She lifted another giant finger, saying, "Up, girl." I hesitated, then stepped onto her other hand. What was the point of this, anyway, though?
Finally, she let me go back to my cage.
I settled down next to the other budgie, and squeaked, "what do you think that was for? It seemed sort of pointless."
"I have no clue. Maybe she just likes us," He chirped back.
"There are better ways to express that other than terrifying us. Why doesn't she just give us millet?" I replyed, but he was already closed his eyes, and went to sleep.