A Rio (hehe, punny) New Year' Carol (Part 1)
'Twas the night after New Year's and all through the tree
Not a creature was stirring, not even a flea
Within a certain hollow nestled warm in his nest
A certain Red Cuban Macaw decided to rest
The rays from moon stroked his face
As thoughts in his mind, they started to race
Troubles and anxieties that were once suppressed
Now broke forth, and had to be addressed
Deep in this bird's subconscious, a story did unfold
Like that of a fairytale, from the days of old
So now begins a tale
One you shan't soon forget
That teaches a lesson of great scale
And listening to you won't regret
"Ohhhhh" Paris moaned. He rapidly blinked his eyes to acclimate them to their environment. As the world lost its haze, and his vision cleared, Paris lifted himself off the ground. He briefly studied his surroundings, finding himself in a curious location. The macaw noticed that he was standing in the center of a small room. Adorned with 19th century furnishings, the structure felt strangely comforting to the bird. A faint ticking emanated from a nearby desk. He slowly turned his head to see a small clock which was surrounded by miscellaneous paraphernalia.
"5:47 pm? Hmm. I must've been out for a while. Probably drank too much at the party." Paris softly stated to himself.
*Knock* *Knock*
A sound from behind a wooden wall echoed. Fortunately, there was an escape from this office for Paris in the form of a door. The macaw walked up to it and slowly turned the golden doorknob with his talon. He was soon greeted to a more open room within this strange building.
*Knock* *Knock*
The sound repeated itself. The sound was coming from behind a much larger door. Paris made his way towards the larger door, and stopped in front of it. He examined some intricate carvings of trees carefully crafted into the wood prior to lifting his talon and turning the knob.
An unexpected burst of cold wind struck the Red Cuban Macaw's face. He stumbled backwards before regaining his vision.
"Oh man, my eyeballs are frozen." He groused while rubbing his eyes with his wings.
After returning his wings to his sides, Paris was shocked to see two very familiar faces.
"Nico? Pedro?"
The yellow canary and red crested cardinal exchanged glances of confusion with one another. They promptly dropped their current expressions and replaced them with warmer ones. Nico took a large step forward (large for him anyway) and cleared his throat.
"Hello sir. Do we have the privilege of addressing Mr. Scrooge or Mr. Marley?"
Paris cocked his head.
"Mr. Who?"
Pedro then stepped forward and began to clarify.
"No, not Mr. Who. Mr. Marley or Mr. Scrooge. Are you deaf bird?"
The two birds looked at Paris with smiles on their beaks, eagerly awaiting his response.
Paris then collapsed on his back and began laughing hysterically while kicking his talons in the air.
"Hahaha! Looks like you guys had a little too much to drink last night too!" He laughed as he held his ribcage with his right wing.
For some unknown reason, Paris felt his gaze being drawn towards an adjacent wall. His beak dropped in disbelief when he noticed a framed portrait with a plaque underneath. The painting was of himself, and the words that were inscribed into the golden plaque read as follows: "Ebenezer Scrooge"
"Ahhhh!" Paris yelled as he shot up from the wooden floor. He noticed that Nico and Pedro had disappeared. In fact, Paris was back in the same room in which he started. The same ticking sound came from the same desk. He looked at the clock.
"5:47!? But, how?" The macaw gasped in disbelief.
*Knock* *Knock*
"What kind of game is this?"
Paris exited the office once again.
*Knock* *Knock*
The sound, just like before, was coming from the large door.
The macaw slowly walked to the area where he encountered the samba duo. On his way, he glanced at a nearby wall. On it hung the same portrait of himself, with the same words written underneath.
Paris grabbed the door knob firmly in his talon and, just like before, he pulled open the door. He was met with the wind's cold embrace.
"Ugh, man my eyes." He complained as he rubbed his irritated face.
Standing in the frame of the doorway were the two samba masters. Nico took a large step forward and cleared his throat.
"Hello sir. Do we have the privilege of addressing Mr. Scrooge or Mr. Marley?" The small canary inquired.
Paris growled.
"Ok guys, once was enough. What type of game is this? And how did you make this house?"
Nico was confused by the macaw's words. Pedro stepped up and tried to alleviate the trouble.
"I'm sorry my good bird, but I'm afraid you must be mistaken. You see, we came here to collect a donation for the poor from either you or your business partner."
"Wh-wha-ohhhh." The world suddenly went black for Paris.
"Ahhhh!" Paris yelled as he shot up from the wooden floor. Again, Nico and Pedro had disappeared and he was in the same room in which he started. The familiar ticking sound came from the desk. Paris lashed his head towards the clock.
"5:47!?"
He ran his wingtip across his head, pressing down his crest feathers as he did so. As his feather popped back into their normal position, it finally hit him.
"Crap…I'm stuck in a book!"
Well, here is the first part to my belated Christmas/New Year special. Anywho, sound off in the review section what you thought about this update. Also if you have any ideas as how to make this story better, let me know. Thanks for your continued support, and I'll see you all soon!