I know, I know. It's been forever. Sorry I can't write a long description why. I'm sick right now, so I had some extra time. And you can thank MFINGA for motivating me. I'm hungry. Reviews!

Max's POV

Okay, so what's a bird girl who has just left her family alone with a broken record and a blind teenager supposed to do to kill time at some fancy-schmancy zoo?

Look at the birds, of course. Maybe I can even pick up a t-shirt that says "Free the Birds!" How ironic would that be?

So, conclusive to my aforementioned confusion of zoo-related activities, I am currently looking at a colorful toucan, sleeping in a cage. I hate cages. I'll bet that stupid bird does too. Wanting to make an educated decision (or wanting to kill my previous boredom, whichever comes first) I leaned down and read the caption next to the engraved name.

It said rare. Apparently, there were under 100 left on earth. Sounds to me like it needs to enjoy its last years of…uh…existence. I mean seriously, wouldn't you like to be remembered as a party-bird as opposed to being remembered as one of those bird that just sit there on their branches, waiting for something to come kill it. Something that's totally done with life.

This colorful bird did not look like it was ready for death. I made a loud noise next to the bird cage so it would wake up, and then I picked the lock on the cage, no one besides a few preschoolers and their preoccupied parents ("oh look honey! It's the rare Purple Scandinavian Lion!"…"But mommy! I want ice-cream!").

"Go, go, go!" I stage whispered. The toucan quickly flapped it's beautiful wings out of there. Maybe when I die, I'll get a few days off of purgatory for setting that poor thing free. Or maybe I'll get thrown in hell for stealing from a zoo. Whatever works.

"There she is! Mister, she set the bird free! We were taking a picture of me and the bird and all of a sudden it was gone! Mommy, mommy, show him the picture!" A little boy started flailing and crying. And pointing at me!

While the zookeeper was looking down at the digital camera, I took advantage of his being preoccupied. I ran into one of the larger cages with lots of trees and many different birds in it. I quickly hatched a plan (get it? Hatched? Oh dear…). I pulled up the back of my shirt just enough to I could creep one of my wings around the tree I was perched on. Luckily, there were no people behind the cage, just a concrete wall.

Angel's POV

Luckily there were no people behind the cage, just a concrete wall. Max! She was here!

I scanned the bird cages around us. Ooh! There's the harpy eagle! I raced up to the cage containing the reason for our trip to this zoo. I saw a rather large version of a familiar bird. I couldn't place where I'd seen those wings before. They were so big! Maybe it was an eagle.

I walked around to the side of the cage and saw that it wasn't a bird! It was Max! I opened my mouth to call for her, but she put one finger to her lips and jerked her head towards the large crowd of people containing Fang. Oh. OH! I looked closer and saw an angry zookeeper and a little boy looking very confused.

Max was the one that let the bird go!

Til the poptarts burn.
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