The moon was going down from the sky, allowing the night animals to be not so sly. Birds slept; all but one, for it was Leoncio making the early run. He had slept through the night to store some vigor. Feeling refreshed, he walked out of the den to start his present search, which would prove to be a rigor. He looked out from the branch that he sat on. He then yawned.
"So tired, but I must win. It'll be like kicking Jalin in the shin… Dammit. Okay, try to focus. What can I see? What did Papa want again… Oh, yeah. That's right. I better get the supplies before it turns bright."
Leoncio half-closed his eyes and muttered.
"I blame the script and the writer."
And with that said, he took off and fluttered. Once in the air, his wings flew steady. Flying was something he had done already.
"I think the readers know that. Man, I think the writer's on crack… Ah, screw it. I just won't talk."
Leoncio flew through the jungle. Hopefully, he wouldn't screw up and bungle. He soared through the sky, looking down to the ground, hoping that he would find something as a gift lying around. He searched and searched and searched. He finally got tired and needed a rest. In his mind, he talked to himself, thinking for the best.
Let's see, he talked in his thoughts, maybe I should check familiar spots.
Leoncio half-closed his eyes and sighed.
"Can't even think without a rhyme. This is just, ergh, great."
Leoncio continued to think and came up with a spot to see first. He should go to the creek to see what he could find as he finally could maybe quench his thirst. He flew a mile in rapid time and made it to the small creek, which had some soda lime. He went down and took a quick sip. After that, he whipped away the dripping water and went back on his short trip.
He went around the area, in search for a gift, so he could return home just to miff. This had turned to a contest, finding a gift for Blu. He wouldn't let Jalin and Elena continue to smugly spew. He searched high and low. His flapping wings soon got really slow. He was tired, the poor little bird. His present searching had been deferred. Leoncio perched himself on the most suitable tree branch he could find. He then let out a great sigh.
"Man, this is tough," he said. "How am I going to find a present that is good enough."
He half-closed his eyes and said, "The writer had better sleep with a shotgun tonight."
From where he stood on the branch, he looked out into his large home. Leoncio was glad that he could freely roam. He then looked to the right and saw an entrance to a den. What was in there was beyond his ken. He decided to check. He walked to it and took a peek in, stretching his neck. He soon saw someone sleeping. He soon walked inside, slowly creeping. He strolled over to the bird to see what it was, bypassing the law for a curious cause. As he noticed what bird he was, he beamed. It looks like his status for an awesome gift was going to be redeemed.
A shake disturbed Blu as he slept. It looks like someone needed him for something, so he had to accept. He opened his eyes and let out a yawn. He glanced through the entrance of his den and saw it was dawn. He then looked to where the bird who woke him up was standing. It appeared to be Leoncio who was demanding. Blu got to his feet and looked down at his boy. Blu's expression told Leoncio that his father was annoyed more than filled with joy. It wouldn't matter however. His gift to Blu wouldn't be one that would his siblings saying whatever.
"What do you want, Leoncio?" Blu asked dazedly. "Can't you see I'm torpidly?"
Leoncio groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Again Papa. What does that even mean?"
"Why did you wake me this early in the morning? Did you do it to give me a warming?"
"I swear if you don't stop rhyming," mumbled Leoncio.
"What was that son?" Blu asked, letting out a yawn.
"Nothing," Leoncio said, shaking his head.
"Then you woke me up for no reason?" Blu asked irritated.
"No," said Leoncio, shaking his head. "I need to take you somewhere."
Blu smiled and answered with a beaming expression, "Okay. So let's see what he have in your possession."
Leoncio tried to not lose it, remembering he had to beat his brother and sister. He'll do want ever it took, even though he could get a blister.
"The humor better be worth it at the end, Author," he grumbled.
"Leoncio, who are you talking to? What do you plan to do?"
Leoncio shook his head and decided to continue to what he had in store. For now, the rhymes that came, he just had to ignore. He looked back at his father and pointed outside.
"Papa, I need you to follow me. It's a surprise."
"A surprise this early in the morning. I feel like this could be one of your lies."
Leoncio shook his head.
"I promise, Papa. It's a gift. I know yesterday I didn't really give you a present, so I wanted to make it up to you."
"But why so early?"
"Early bird catches the worm?" Leoncio shrugged.
Blu sighed, "Okay, but we better hurry."
The two birds took off from the den with Leoncio leading. They needed to hurry because Blu needed to provide the morning feeding. They flew through the jungle for about a mile and a half, before they landed on a branch on Leoncio's behalf. Blu looked around from where he stood. He had been here before, well, this part of the neighborhood.
"I've flown through here before while looking for food. Leoncio, is this your gift renewed?"
He faced Leoncio. His son had dull eyes that looked back up at Blu.
"Papa, can you please stop with the rhyming?"
"Okay," Blu smiled. "Just all in good timing."
Leoncio clenched his wings in anger, but he held it in. He remembered he still had to win. Leoncio swallowed his anger and begin to speak.
"Papa, you see the den behind me? Why don't you go take a peek?"
Blu eyed his boy, but he figured that he should trust him. After all, he flew right now on a giving whim. What present did Leoncio get? Would his present be a disaster, or will it be lit? Blu walked by Leoncio and towards the entrance of the den. Once facing away from him, Leoncio started to complain to the writer again.
"You know why Dr. Seuss made things up? Because he knew rhyming an actual story would take it out of context. C'mon. Get and lit? Yeah, they rhyme, but they kind of screw up the context. Like how are people supposed to know you use lit as a sort of imagery instead the present would be the brightest out of my annoying brother and bashful sister? Just make things up, like Dr. Seuss being a doctor in literature when he really just dropped out from Lincoln College."
All of a sudden, a familiar voice ringed in Leoncio's ears.
"Son, get in here."
Leoncio hurried to where his father was at. He stood inside the den near the entrance. In the middle of the den was a bird, who was trapped in a cage like a big rat. The bird was a beautiful Illiger's Macaw with a mix of light green and military green feathers and blue eyes that shined brightly. Just being in the wooden cage, her appearance was bonded together ever so tightly. She panicked due to the fact she couldn't turn around, but she began to frantically speak when she heard Blu's sound.
"Who's-who's there?" she said in a fright. "I can't really see anything in sight."
Leoncio mumbled to himself, complaining about the script. Just then, he felt like his feathers had been gripped. Leoncio looked from the ground and looked up to see his father's maddened expression but was mixed with being astound.
"Leoncio, what do you do?"
"I got you a birthday present."
"What!" came the disbeliefs of the two birds.
"What's up with that?" wondered the female Illiger's Macaw angrily. "Get me out of here, you little brat."
"Leoncio," snapped Blu, "why did you do this? Besides, what do you mean this is for me?"
"Ha! You stopped the rhyming. What's wrong writer? Can't think of anymore words to rhyme?"
"You better set this female free."
Leoncio groaned and slightly uttered, "Dammit."
"Leoncio."
The impatient voice of Blu grabbed Leoncio's attention. Leoncio could feel the angered tension. Leoncio figured he had to explain. He couldn't really lie like in the U.S. presidential campaign.
"Alright Papa. One night, a few days before your birthday, I heard you and Mama talking. I didn't hear the whole thing, but Mama asked you what your fantasy was. You said that it was to have a three-way."
Blu looked at his son in disbelief. Everything soon came together by this little brief. Blu summed up that Leoncio took off before anyone woke. He flew around the jungle to make his half-eaten present be a revoke. He flew around until he landed in this tree. He found this bird and named it his gift to Blu under his false decree. He spent the rest of the time gathered sturdy sticks to use as poles. Blu wasn't sure how he carried the thick sticks so quickly, but it seemed he had it all under his controls. His son then mounted a roof with ease, and then he went back to wake him up being so please.
Blu was shocked when he learned why Leoncio captured this macaw. What his son did was break a nature law. He looked over at the other bird. For a few moments, the bird's voice went unheard. He looked back at Leoncio, who gave a nervous smile. It looked like the poor chick would be grounded for a while.
"Leoncio, how the hell do you know about a three-way?"
"The internet."
Blu face-palmed his forehead and said, "Sometimes, I don't like that cyber freeway."
"Hello? Get me out of here please! This 'thing' is really a tight squeeze."
"I'll be there," Blu said and faced his son. "We'll talk later after this is done."
Blu walked over to the cage and started to take it apart. He took it down quickly since he was very smart. The female, who was lying on the floor in the cage, stood to her feet and came closer to Blu so they could formerly meet. Blu smiled and thought she was on the same side of his coin, but she suddenly kicked him in the groin.
"There. That way you can't lay anymore imps."
She walked to the entrance of the den and faced Leoncio.
"You better be out of here by the time I get back, you perverted chimps."
Scared, Leoncio nodded without a say. The female exited her home and flew away. Leoncio looked over at his dad, who he feared was also very mad.
"Papa, I'm sorry about your gift. It…flew away."
Blu managed to look up and figured he should have a say. However, the pain was so great that he couldn't properly talk. He only produced a sound that sounded like a squawk. Leoncio slightly smiled.
"At least you can't rhyme anymore to annoy this child."
Blu narrowed his eyes.
"B-boy! Y-your m-m-mother and I… Ugh."
Blu looked down because of the pain.
"Well, so next year, a blackberry will do?"
Blu groaned and nodded. He managed to get to his feet and stared down Leoncio. Leoncio gulped in fright and gave a frown. He turned around and began to fly. Through the pain, Blu took off, and soon it became a chase between father and son, that would end with a cry.