Pigwidieon
The sun is setting, painting the sky a brilliant color. Even from my little house I can feel the cool night breeze. My stomach growls. I can hear the crickets chirping and the sound is as inviting as a dinner bell. Why hasn't anyone let me out yet?
"Let me out, let me out," I sing and I do have a very pretty voice. I open my beak wide and sing. Little spotty face comes covering her ears. Only a few recognize my special talents. The ghoul upstairs sings too. We make a nice duet.
"A little owl and he came riding uh hum, a ho, a little owl and he came riding." I beat my wings in time.
"Shh." Little Spotty hisses. I sing louder. Grumbling, she opens a drawer and pulls out a canister. I know that canister. It's filled with treats. She takes out one. Yummy, crunchy brown biscuit tasting like little mice. They even run and squeak like mice. Spreading my wings wide, I open my beak.
"Give me, give me." I demand. Little spotty face smiles, showing big white stones in her mouth. Why does she have stones in her mouth? Why does she have soft skin and flesh instead of a real beak? Never mind, give treat! I hop anxiously.
She teases, her long pink fleshy talons swing it back and forth just out of reach. I hop and jump and whiz about, but the stupid house stops me. It's rock, black slender rock in thin twigs forming a hut.
"Give me, give." I hop and flutter around the cage. She giggles. Mean human! I give up. Putting my wings down, I bury my head in my feathers and shiver. I peep pathetically. There are scraping sounds as the house opens and in an instant I fly out. "Free. I'm free." I crow. She tosses the treat high high in the air.
Flapping hard I chase it. It falls and I fall too. Closer and closer and closer, I nab the owl treat and swing out my wings. Oh no! I'm too close. I flap desperately, but it's too late. I hit the fake fuzzy grass with a thud and a bounce. My head spins, but I get up. I'm cool, I'm al right. I didn't do anything stupid. You didn't see anything, right? Little Spotty grabs me and pets me.
"Are you alright, Pig?" She whispers, squeezing me.
"I'm all right, leave me alone," I snap. She doesn't understand though, humans are too stupid.
She gives me another owl treat and pets me. It feels pretty good. I clack my beak, she gives me another one. She opens my house again, ready to put me back. No, I was just starting to enjoy this. Hey, hey! I think my wing is broken. It was always bent like that, but who cares. Maybe it was always broken. Ow, can't you see my wing is broken, you stupid human. See! I hold it out so Little Spotty can see. I let out a thin warbling cry. I hop and stumble. I'm quite an accomplished actor you know.
"Ahh!" I cry.
She takes me out again and cuddles me, murmuring softly. She gives me another owl treat. Then she opens the window. I can see the crickets in grass like a sort of moving buffet table. Forgetting about the wing, I dive. Snarling a fat juicy cricket, I take it to a nearby tree to enjoy. After I'm full. I fly back through the window. Spotty, little spotty's brother, is waiting. He grumbles about how long I took. He places my back into the cage. I puff up my feathers while sitting in my roost. Outside, it is twilight and the day will begin in a few minutes, but for me it's bedtime. I curl up deep in my next and close my eyes full and happy. This is the life.
The sun is setting, painting the sky a brilliant color. Even from my little house I can feel the cool night breeze. My stomach growls. I can hear the crickets chirping and the sound is as inviting as a dinner bell. Why hasn't anyone let me out yet?
"Let me out, let me out," I sing and I do have a very pretty voice. I open my beak wide and sing. Little spotty face comes covering her ears. Only a few recognize my special talents. The ghoul upstairs sings too. We make a nice duet.
"A little owl and he came riding uh hum, a ho, a little owl and he came riding." I beat my wings in time.
"Shh." Little Spotty hisses. I sing louder. Grumbling, she opens a drawer and pulls out a canister. I know that canister. It's filled with treats. She takes out one. Yummy, crunchy brown biscuit tasting like little mice. They even run and squeak like mice. Spreading my wings wide, I open my beak.
"Give me, give me." I demand. Little spotty face smiles, showing big white stones in her mouth. Why does she have stones in her mouth? Why does she have soft skin and flesh instead of a real beak? Never mind, give treat! I hop anxiously.
She teases, her long pink fleshy talons swing it back and forth just out of reach. I hop and jump and whiz about, but the stupid house stops me. It's rock, black slender rock in thin twigs forming a hut.
"Give me, give." I hop and flutter around the cage. She giggles. Mean human! I give up. Putting my wings down, I bury my head in my feathers and shiver. I peep pathetically. There are scraping sounds as the house opens and in an instant I fly out. "Free. I'm free." I crow. She tosses the treat high high in the air.
Flapping hard I chase it. It falls and I fall too. Closer and closer and closer, I nab the owl treat and swing out my wings. Oh no! I'm too close. I flap desperately, but it's too late. I hit the fake fuzzy grass with a thud and a bounce. My head spins, but I get up. I'm cool, I'm al right. I didn't do anything stupid. You didn't see anything, right? Little Spotty grabs me and pets me.
"Are you alright, Pig?" She whispers, squeezing me.
"I'm all right, leave me alone," I snap. She doesn't understand though, humans are too stupid.
She gives me another owl treat and pets me. It feels pretty good. I clack my beak, she gives me another one. She opens my house again, ready to put me back. No, I was just starting to enjoy this. Hey, hey! I think my wing is broken. It was always bent like that, but who cares. Maybe it was always broken. Ow, can't you see my wing is broken, you stupid human. See! I hold it out so Little Spotty can see. I let out a thin warbling cry. I hop and stumble. I'm quite an accomplished actor you know.
"Ahh!" I cry.
She takes me out again and cuddles me, murmuring softly. She gives me another owl treat. Then she opens the window. I can see the crickets in grass like a sort of moving buffet table. Forgetting about the wing, I dive. Snarling a fat juicy cricket, I take it to a nearby tree to enjoy. After I'm full. I fly back through the window. Spotty, little spotty's brother, is waiting. He grumbles about how long I took. He places my back into the cage. I puff up my feathers while sitting in my roost. Outside, it is twilight and the day will begin in a few minutes, but for me it's bedtime. I curl up deep in my next and close my eyes full and happy. This is the life.