A/N: I do not own Jane and the Dragon
Parroting:
"Pretty birdie, pretty birdie! Want a cracker! Pretty birdie want a cracker!"
The hatchling stifled a whine, pressing both of his front paws over his ears as he tried to block out the constant chatter. Ever since the two-legged had brought in the little irritating ball of feathers [in its own dome-shaped box], the thing had been talking nonstop, and about the same thing! Crackers, and that he was a pretty birdie, which was a complete lie, as he was the ugliest combination of neon yellow and bright green. At the very least, the hatchling's colors were softer, and not as glaring as those of the bird.
Not to mention it's voice…as grating as the tones of grinding rocks, and horribly shrill to the point where the little dragon had roared in a juvenile squeak in annoyance more than once. It hadn't done anything to shut it up though, and the squawks and repetitive words continued.
After a few minutes of agitation, the hatchling started to pace the minuscule length of his cage, trying to burn off the irritated energy accumulated by merely listening to the inane chatter of the bird. However, after a few minutes of movement and no change, another idea began to occur to the child. Perhaps if he gave the bird what he wanted, then he would shut up. Looking around at the spot that was looser than the rest of the door, he noticed a large piece that seemed to be holding it closed, smelling of bad hard-rock and a strange sharp tang. However, this was easily fixed, by a good wallop with his tail. When the part broke, the little box opened effortlessly.
The hatchling had heard the word crackers at least once before, enough to know what it meant. The two-legged kept a bag of the roundish little things on his 'table', even though he rarely gave any to the bird. While it took a moment to actually get a 'cracker' out of the bag [why on earth did two-leggeds make things so difficult?], the hatchling eventually did spill open the sack, and grabbed at least five of the things in his mouth before trundling across the table to the parrot's cage. The bird tilted its head, but otherwise kept right on up with talking. Resisting the urge to let out his trademark squeak, the little reptile completed the small trek, and roughly shoved the crackers in between the bars.
The reaction was instantaneous, and explosive. The bird let out a loud screech, which sent the hatchling tumbling off the table in surprise with an equally loud squeal. Feathers flew from the cage as the parrot spasmed in outrage, continuing to squawk for a bit until the racket finally died down. Pulling himself up from his sprawl on the floor, the hatchling backed up to see the inside of the bird's cage. The parrot appeared to have drawn in on himself, beak facing the back of the container, and, thankfully, away from him. He might have taken a moment to relax from the excitement, but the distinct sound of an approaching two-legged [his captor, no doubt] made him realize that he was probably not supposed to be outside of his tree-cave. Scrambling for the familiar box, the hatchling practically threw himself inside, whipping the little hard-rock-thing across the room with his tail and pulling the door shut with his teeth.
Nearly a moment after he had situated himself, the door opened, and the two-legged that his captor liked to make loud noises at stood there, looking around the room at the mess caused when the hatchling fell off the table. Though, quite frankly, the young dragon did not see the point of his distress. It was just a few of the strange white square leaves that had been knocked to the floor. However, in his hurry to get the cabin cleaned, the two-legged didn't notice the distinct lack of the hard-rock on the dragon's tree-cave.
This was another one that was part of the archives of the JatD website. After this, it'll pretty much be my own ideas or suggestions from the readers from here on out.