It was an early morning in the Amazon Jungle. Almost everyone was sleeping. Almost - except for a certain Spix's Macaw named Blu, who was already up - he couldn't fall asleep and decided to start the day earlier than usual.

He carefully escaped Jewel's embrace; he didn't want to wake her up that early. He left the leafy bed and stretched his limbs, yawning loudly. Blu then walked in the direction of the hollow entrance, and looked into the sky. It was covered in plenty of clouds; some of them dark, what obviously foreshadowed the approaching storm. After seeing the position of the sun, the avian's mind quickly calculated the approximate hour - surely it was about six in the morning.

Blu exchanged last look with the sleeping forms of his three children and his mate, and without hesitation, he took off into the sky to gather fruit for breakfast. Flying through the canyon, in which the Spix's tribe was located, he wandered from tree to tree, seeing that almost noone has woken up yet. The only person he saw was - of course - the leader of the tribe and his father-in-law, Eduardo, flying around and making sure that everything was okay. The older macaw joined him in the air and spoke:

"Good morning, Blu. What happens that you got up so early?"

"Oh, nothing, sir. Just couldn't sleep, that's all." he smiled.

"I see. Sorry Blu, but I must to continue my duty. See you later!"

He flew away and Blu continued his flight to the brazil nut grove and began thinking about how life takes drastic turns - one day he was just living peacefully in Minnesota, the next he was sent to Rio, where his life has changed forever. Additionally, he ended up in the Amazon Jungle - dangerous and beautifully astonishing place, where even his father-in-law finally accepted him and they soon became close family. It was about more than a year from the logger incident. Blu, Jewel and the kids have been living a happy life, and everything in the Amazon could not get any better.

After about twenty minutes of flying - mostly alongside the Amazon River - he reached his destination. As he thought, the grove was basically empty - noone, except for himself, was here. He swerved slowly amongst many trees, searching for perfect nuts for his family. However, just as he saw some nuts grown closely on a thin branch and stopped in midair just to reach for it, a loud distant thunder could be heard.

"Huh. I must hurry if I want to come back before the rain starts to fall." he landed on thicker branch and approached the nuts. Afterwards, he took aim on the branch above, and - with one swing of his powerful beak - he cut the branch in the perfect place, what somehow allowed his talons to get the best grip on it. Just when Blu took off and grew apart from the tree, the storm has started.

Flying through the rain, the macaw felt that the cloudburst was becoming stronger and stronger with every minute. As he went through the downpour, he noticed that his flying abilities have decreased dramatically, due to the rain dampening his feathers and the wind. Unfortunately, he has lost his track - he perfectly knew, where the route to the Brazil nut grove was, but after some time he found himself in completely unfamiliar to him place.. He decided to stop in a nearly hollow. Luckily, he found one immediately on the first tree he has landed on.

Meanwhile...

"Blu.. mmm.." Jewel muttered in her sleep, snuggling with a bunch of leaves. Suddenly a lightning bolt struck nearby and she has suddenly woken up. She has lifted up upper part of her body from bed and leaned on her wings. Then, she looked to the back of the hollow to see her three children still in their slumber. "Blu?" She asked. However, she noticed that Blu doubtlessly was not in here. She got up and made the bed for the next night by repositioning the messed leaves. As she ended, Jewel started wondering why her mate had got up so early. She looked through the hollow entrance in the direction of sun rising through the rain and said:

"Well well well, Blu has a lot of explaining to do when he will come back." she sighed and went to wake up her children.

A couple of kilometers away...

Blu has been waiting in the uninhabited hollow for nearly thirty minutes. The rainfall has slowed down a little, so he grabbed the Brazil nuts and started trying to find the way back home.

"Hmm, I can swear that I have seen that tree several times before.." he said whilst rubbing his wingtip against his lower beak. He has flown for about half an hour now and flying through the rain was quite tiring, so he called his getting-out-of-the-hollow reckless and started to regret it a bit.

Unfortunately, it started raining harder, causing Blu to lower his altitude - he was now manoeuvreing between trees, barely avoiding them while the storm was getting stronger and stronger. Even fog started to appear; highly decreasing yet poor visiblity. Blu stopped circling a good while ago, and now he was flying away in the opposite direction - becoming distant from the tribe. Rain and fog mixed so strongly that he almost couldn't see what was in front of him. The bird was flying for a while like that, but after a moment - in the result - Blu did not notice that he was flying directly into a tree..

Crack! Was the last sound he heard, and he fell down to the jungle floor. He tried to cry for help, but the last thing his sub-conscious mind has registered was only paralysing pain in his right wing and a foggy silhouette coming towards him.

After a year of reading, I decided to materialize an idea that moved around my mind for a while. I'm sorry for any mistakes and/or bad English - geez, I'm only 15 and it's my first attempt to write anything in English besides the ~100 words long letters in the school :P