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.
Well, we have names now! At least that's what the human keeps calling us. She calls me "Apple", and my friend, "Sky". Personally, I like "Apple" more than "Sky".
Sky and I are becoming friends now. Sure, like I mentioned, he's always happy, but I sort of like him for that.
The human have been taking us out every day, and by now, I figured that she isn't going to hurt us. All she ever does is tell us to "step up" over and over again. Sometimes, she gives us millet, which we appreciate, since what we eat every day is a small brown crumbly thing that tastes like everything I've ever eaten at the same time. Sometimes, she wedges green floppy things through our cage bars. I nibble at them, and they taste kind of good! Sometimes they are replaced by red or orange things, but I like the red ones the most. They are juicy and flavorful.
I actually like my new home now, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. Besides, I have Sky and my treats, so how bad can it possibly be?
Early in the morning, the human opened the cage, and took me out. I flattened my feathers, and stared at her, wondering what she was going to do. I probably shouldn't have, as she always does the same things, look at us, say, "step up" while offering a finger, and look at us some more.
This time, she cupped her hand around my back. I struggled free. She did it again, and hanging on to her other hand with my beak, I was freed again. She kept doing it until I stopped struggling, and didn't move, wondering what this was all about. She stroked my head, and I lowered it. She let me go, and gave me some millet.
She put me in my cage, and did the same thing to Sky.
When he got back, I chirped, "Why do you think she did that for?"
He shrugged. "Maybe she likes the way our feathers feel." He started preening.
"You think?"
"I do."
After that, I helped him preen in silence, thinking about what had happened with the human. Does she really like us? She seemed to, but what was the purpose of bringing us here? Was it just to have our company? I asked Sky.
"You might have something there. Back where we came from, I heard some of the others calling us 'pets', and that place was a 'pet store' where humans got their pets," he chirped back.
"Hmm, 'pets'. I'm a 'pet' what an odd word. So what exactly do 'pets' do?" I asked
"I guess we will have to find that out ourselves," he replyed mysteriously.
"Pets". So am I destined to be a "pet"?
Ok, I'm seeing this happen with other stories, so here it is again:
DO NOT COPY THIS AT ALL, THAT MEANS NO OTHER STORIES LIKE THIS ONE, OR ANY WITH BUDGIES. IF YOU COPY THIS, SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN, I'M NOT SAYING WHAT IT IS, BUT I'M WARNING YOU NOW THAT SOMETHING WILL.