Wasn't really thinking, wasn't looking,
Wasn't searching... for an answer...
In the moonlight...
When I saw you face
Saw you looking at me, Saw you peaking out from under... moonbeams
Sway... breeze...
The small, young teenaged canary trailed off and stopped singing the song that he was currently trying to come up with the lyrics for. He needed something relaxing and romantic, but he couldn't get anywhere further than those few lines. Well, other than that, the only next thought that came into the canary's mind was, 'Cages suck.'
And yet, there he sat in the cramped space, cooped up in a stupid, boring cage. Why did humans do this to birds? He hadn't done anything to them at all...
All his life, the canary named Nico had been kept in cages. From the very second he hatched to the present. He had been seperated from his family when he was just a fledgling when he was bought from a human's building. It was called a 'pet shop' or something of the sort. He absolutely hated it.
All Nico wanted was two simple, little things: one, to be free and well away from being kept behind a set of bars, two, to move away from Marsielle to somewhere more sunny and tropical. Somewhere closer to whatever the humans called that imaginary line that seperated the northern hemisphere from the southern hemisphere.
If only those two simple wishes would come true...
XXX
Allll the birds of a feather (Ohhhh)
Do what we love most of alll (Ohhhh)
We are the best at rhythm and laughter
That's why we love Carnavale
It was nothing other than the usual, early, daily wake-up call in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil in the middle of the tropical rainforest. Lots of Rio's birds willingly and eagerly woke up every, single morning to join in while watching the spectacular choreography (that, honestly, no one knew who had actually had made it up in the first place).
As the sound of singing voices echoed through the forest, it eventually came to a spacious, huge hollow, that anyone would have thought that about three, fully-grown albatross' lived in there. Apparently not. In fact, only one bird lived in the almost empty space, and that was none other than Pedro, a red-crested cardinal with tough looks and a passion for partying at local clubs.
He was laying face down and snoring louder than most people's fathers do. Then, somehow, the sound coming from outside both miraculously and mysteriously managed to carry itself to the cardinal's unseen ears. As soon as it did, a nanosecond later he sprang up and out of his nest like a rabbit gone mad that had had a cup of sugar too many and flew outside, joining in the festivites and grinning widely.
Anything can be for reeeaal in Riiiiooo
Aalll by itself (by itself)
You caan feel it happening
You can't find it anywhere elllllssse
Just as fast as Pedro had gotten from his nest to outside, all the birds went straight back to what they had to do in a flurry of vibirantly coloured feathers. Most of them just flew in seperate directions, either alone or socialising in a group.
As Pedro swooped down, toward a small tree that had ripe, bright mangoes growing on it, someone's familiar colours caught his eye, making his head snap in another direction. This, in turn, made Pedro rocket head first into his very own tree (he had flown straight past the mango tree). He was then rewarded by an instant headache and someone's cheery laughing.
Pedro, having slid down the tree, scrambled back to his feet and brushed all the imaginary dirt that wasn't on him, then turned around to see a toco toucan, much larger than himself. "Hey, Raffyyy!"
The toucan smiled gleefully down at the cardinal and laughed, seeming unusually excited. "I've got two more on the way!"
Pedro became befuddled and froze, trying to absorb the words and figure out what it meant. He stood there, cupping his vibirant, crimson chin and stroked it thoughtfully, beginning to pace. He stopped for a second and raised an eyebrow at the toucan, still not sure. Then it clicked.
"What?! Two more eggs? Have you got any names yet? Is one a boy? Are you sure there's just two? There could be three! Tell me, man!" Pedro looked as if he was about to have a panic attack, letting the questions flow fluently out of his mouth at a million miles an hour.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa; calm down, Pedro-" He was cut off.
"So, Rafael, the King Of Carnavale, now has two more to watch over?" Rafael and Pedro knew the silky voice and easily recognised the bird, so they turned and raised their eyebrows questioningly at the rather dapper Blue Jay, who shrugged nonchalantly. "I heard about it on through the grapevine."
"Hey, Nestor!"
"Eeiii! Nestor, my bird!"
Nestor, a blue jay, smirked instead of wearing his usual greeting smile. Something was up, and it was something that both Pedro and Rafael knew they had to find out before...
"AAAHHHH! CENTIPEDE!" Caesar.
A lutino blue-and-gold macaw screamed girlishly, swooped down on the branch next to Nestor with a centipede crawling all over him. Flailing in pure panick, he hopped around.
"GET IT OFF, NESTOR! GET IT OFF!"
Nestor chuckled lightly, then outstretched his wing for his pet insect to simply crawl up his wing and almost all the way around his neck. "You shouldn't be so mean about Yuri..." He laughed, giving his centipede a light pat.
Caesar was now careening over toward the tree trunk, panting heavily, "S-s-s-so close..." His eye twitched, not daring to look away from the reddish-brown centipede.
The three other avians raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"It could've bit my neck!" He shouted defiantly, gesturing to his thick, muscular, yellow feathered neck.
"But Yuri wouldn't even hurt an ant!" Nestor protested indigantly.
The centipede apparently called Yuri sort of... purred in a way.
Caesar still didn't look convinced. "Anyway," Though, Nestor decided to change the subject, stroking Yuri. "Where's Alonzo and Blaine?"
The blue and gold macaw stopped staring cautiously at Yuri and shrugged casually. "Eh, they went to Marsielle, expecting that they'll find a singer we need for our music group 'cause of Carlos." Then, he sent an antagonising glare at Pedro. "AND when they come back with that singer, we will beat you."
The cardinal scoffed, rolled his eyes then glared straight back at Caesar, ruffling his feathers angrily.
"I'd like to see ya' try."
"Alright then," Caesar spread his wings and prepared to take flight, still giving Pedro his most competitive look. "Friday, midday and at the reopening of A parte local. I'm not gonna chicken out on this one." With those final words, he took off, flapping back in the direction he had come in, probably back to his hollow.