The small boy stared at her with undisguised wonder. She stared back. Unfazed, of course. He said something to the large walking bush that was holding her cage. She huffed, ruffling her wings. The Bush really needed to get a new coat. Though the young boy's eyes were alright, if a little obscured. Yes, she would be fine with him. She glared at the walking bush. He really, really, needed a new coat. It fucking stunk. It was offending her.
The whale and the walrus, as well as the giraffe, didn't like her. She couldn't imagine why. They were of the same kind, after all, animals. The small black-haired boy was reading a book that looked dreadfully dull. It was written by someone with a ridiculous name. She screeched as he suggested yet another name. Are you stupid! I don't want to be call Pharlapiscus. Quit yapping and pick a decent name. She thought of the walking bush and shuddered. That coat...
The other owls were stupid. All moaning about the stink of the tower, and how far they had to fly. Hedwig ruffled her feathers. That snowy owl on the other side of the tower was eyeing her up. Bitch, like he had a fucking chance. Her Boy was nice enough, though he complained a lot. A lot like the other owls, now that I think about it
Why does this fucking tower not have any heating? Hedwig was shivering, giving the other owls side eyes if they dared step within a foot of her. I should go and spend the night with Boy. Or make the other bitchy owls try and chase me through the snow. They wouldn't find me. Fucking bitches She took off through the window. The snow was even colder than she anticipated. Why. Why now. Why does it have to be winter. I fucking hate the snow. She made it to the tower and flew in, crashing into a water pitcher.
Her Boy jumped up and rushed over. I don't need your help, I need you to condemn this hellish thing that jumped in front of me. He smiled. "
You'll be alright, girl."
Bitch, please.
A/N: There. New miniseries. Got the idea and had to do it. Bye now.