1st Chapter
This little pet store is not where I should be, I need to change back to me so badly, but there is a camera directly on me. If I would change back even for a second, my life would be over, and I would become a science experiment.
I hear distant voices, muted from the otherside of the glass barrier. The one I jumped into multiple times already, why am I so ditzy, you may wonder? It was because I was desperate for freedom, it was not because of my hair color. People are constantly pointing at all of us birds. They are free out there, if only I was free for a second, I'd make a break for it, like I've already tried, maybe I'll try my wings this time.
Adoption seems to be the only thing the canaries in here will talk about, and unfortunately for me, the only true way out. Throughout these first few hours, no one has even mentioned freedom. They might even attack me, if I were to change back. All the other canaries stay on the other side of the giant cage, do they know that I'm different from them. Suddenly, I know why they all stay together, as a giant hand, that I didn't see, suddenly surrounds me. I'm powerless to keep it from taking me from the huge cage, and putting me into a tiny cage that's more me sized, though I wiggled and squirmed anyway.
I guess, I've been sentenced to life in a cage, a teenage boy is holding the hand of a young girl. She is suddenly in my face chattering, like she's a fool. People seem to get that way, because they don't realize that animals can sometimes understand what they say. Unfortunately, I understand all her words, and my predicament all too well.
How I long to be out of any and all cages, that would be a lucky break. "I'm gonna call you, Mary Canary," said the little girl, she giggled, because I seemed to perk up at the name, "see Jacob, she likes it." What the kid didn't know was the fact that she had stumbled onto my nickname from middle school.
She walked to the counter with the boy, beside her, he was carrying my cage, it seems a bit preused. The calm older boy has my cage, and he's trying not to shake me around. I should be thankful, but I'm not quite to that level yet. I'm still mourning the loss of freedom, with only a tiny sliver of hope remaining of my dream of freedom.
Looking closer at these kids, shouldn't someone be carrying a small assortment of bird items? Including feed and water trays to attach to my new cage, a little mirror, and a small bag of food. Yes, I do know about these things, like I said I'm not a real canary. Oh, how, I long to be free of the golden canary, that is me. We checked out at the register, paying in cash and only buying me, and soon we were on our way to were they live, at least that is what I assume. I'm still concerned by the lack of bird items, the ones that weren't bought, along with me. I mean, yes, I wish to escape somehow, but I would very much enjoy the ability to eat and drink, until I can be free again. Just a single morsel, sounds good right now.
Soon we turned off the sidewalk and were walking into an old run down apartment building. We rode the elevator to the top floor, 13 floors great, I hope my wings can actually fly, I still ache from the other boy's rough treatment of me, before the pet store. We walked to the absolute last door to the right, #1313. We went inside, and I almost fainted from how the room looked, there were giant red and blue feathers everywhere, even just one of the many large Makaw feathers was bigger than I am. I think it's safe to assume the reason they didn't need supplies for me, is because of another bird.
Jacob suddenly spoke up, it had been a quiet walk, "Maybe, just maybe this one will catch Gary's eye, this one seems a little odd though. Not like the normal ones, we tried before, right Jessie?" She said, "I hope so Jacob, Gary seems really lonely." Who is Gary? I wonder.
Then we walked into a small bedroom, where there was a huge cage in the corner on a short stand just big enough to support it. They placed me inside the big cage, while still in my tiny cage. There were two other birds here too, one gigantic makaw and a green canary. At the sight of the giant bird, I gasped, and covered my mouth with my, uh, feathers? This caught Greenie's attention, because birds don't normally gasp and cover their beaks, he was looking at me curiously. Jessie giggled, is it because of his reaction to me, or my own reaction?
I thought it was strange, that he was green, because although there are green canaries, I have never seen a green canary like him before. He had this look about him, like something was kind of off. He was in a cage by himself, which was also inside the huge cage too. He seemed to be under the watchful eye of the makaw, like he was an enemy, maybe he's new too? My cage suddenly connected to his bigger one, and I was pushed through the opening toward him, by a small blunt proding fork thing. "Here's a new playmate, Gary," said the girl.
I don't think this is a great idea. I've read about canary co-habitation before. Male and female shouldn't be in the same cage unless she's ready to mate, or the male could kill the female. This is not good, not good at all, I'm not ready for this. Then the two kids left the room. I chirped to them, "Where are you going, I may need you! Don't leave me here," but they were already out the bedroom door. Plus, they probably don't understand bird chirps, anyway.
I took a few steps back from him, putting myself at the cage wall, but he just stood there, looking at me, as if I was a big question to solve. Then he looked up with a look of fear in his eyes, chirp yelling, "Get away from the wall," as the makaw nipped toward me, catching and plucking a feather from the tip of my wing, and I cried out in pain.
He was beside me in an instant then, moving me away from the wall, with his wings urging me into the centermost place in the cage. As the big bird continued to nip and snap at the metal bars on our cage, I huddled close to him with fear, ever present, in my features. His wings wrapped around me, holding me close. This didn't seem very bird like either, on the contrary, it seemed very human. I looked up at him in wonder, and he was glaring very hard at the makaw, if looks could kill, he'd be dead. My poor feather, had floated down and was now sitting abandoned outside our cage, just out of reach.
I've been fiddling with this story for a little while, now, it caught my attention, and kept nagging at me to write more, There are more chapters to come. ;)