Chapter Seventeen
It has been a day since Pepper got adopted. I'm lonely. It seems like everyone I know gets adopted.
Another budgie next to me, a cinnamon sky blue recessive pied, saw me, and said, "Hey, you're the one who helped Pepper get adopted, right?"
"Yeah, why?" I asked in reply.
"Well, my name is Chirpy, and, well, I'm your biggest fan!"
"Really?" I was astounded, "Why?"
"You are so amazing, talented, and smart. You pick up words so fast. I wish I can be like you." He seemed a bit embarrased to admit that.
"Wow, I didn't know I had fans," chirped, surprised.
"Well, you do! We made a fan club for you! Me, Itty, the parrotlet over there, and Zebe, the Zebra finch."
I was too flattered to speak.
"Am I bothering you too much?" Chirpy asked awkwardly.
"Oh, no, you're not." I was amused, "Just treat me like a normal budgie, ok? I just want to be your friend."
"Great!"
"So how long have you been here?" I asked him.
"Not long, I arrived just two days before Pepper got adopted," he answered.
"Oh. I must have seemed like the heroic leader to you, then, have I?"
"Actually, you sort of did..." Chirpy wasn't sure what to say.
A human came into our room, and refilled our food and water bowls.
"Those are the only humans I like," Chirpy trilled, a bird's equivalent of a laugh.
"Didn't you like your owners?"
"Yes, but they gave me up, and put me here," He replyed, "You can't trust humans, they're so unpredictable."
"I guess you're right." I didn't know what to say, I didn't really have an opinion on humans.
"So, how old are you?" I asked Chirpy.
"Me? About a year."
"Oh. You're a few months older than me." I yawned, "Good night!"
Chirpy also settled down on his perch and closed his eyes, "Good night to you, too."