Human world
On one beautiful sunny day, I think, I can't actually see outside, I was standing in my tremendous mansion, which my human sadly calls a cage, when he came into the room, opened the gate of my 'cage' and gave me my favourite snacks. Suddenly the doorbell rang, my human slammed the gate shut and ran away. This had been my life for decades, or something like that, I'm a bird so my sense of time isn't very accurate.
Oh, but you don't know who I am! Excuse me my impoliteness, I usually have very few audiences. I am Melopsittacus undulatus, more familiar budgie and I might even let you call me Stevie. I have fantastic sky-blue feathers which turn to off-white soft fuzz on top of my beautiful head. I have heard my human saying that we live in the United States of America and the rent is too expensive in SoHo but don't believe him it's all just hearsay.
I was getting started with my daily beauty routine when I noticed that something was terribly wrong. The gate wasn't locked! I gasp and froze, what if a hideous beast comes and murders me, I haven't even adorned myself yet, I looked awful!
After I had survived from the shock, I decided that it is, in fact, safe to go explore the outside world, if there is a beast I'm sure I can defeat it. So I swung the gate fully open, however it bounced back and hit my nose, but I didn't give up and the second try was successful and then I was flying in the human world, the air felt different so fresh and full of hope, actually no, my mansion has an excellent ventilation, the air was exactly the same.
With disappointment, I flew around, oh it felt so fantastic to speed up and dive back down. I was doing loops when out of nowhere woosh... What a powerful fan and then I was falling, luckily I landed safely to the sofa. I felt a bit dizzy. I looked around, why there was something so beautifully sky-blue sailing down in the air? Oh my! They are MY feathers! Oh no! What a nasty fan.
I look down on my wings all the feathers were ponting in various directions, in wrong directions! Immediately I started panicking, now I looked so horrible that even the beast wouldn't dare to touch me, but then I realised that the fan was the beast, and I hadn't even realised it. This human world isn't safe for such a delicate being as I am.
After this traumatic incident, I didn't leave my mansion anymore, it was a perfectly safe place for me. After a few decades, my feathers grow back so no permanent harm was done.
That evening, when my human came back home he sang me a song. Apparently, I had my one-year birthday, he thought that I had a rough day - he has no idea. I'm not completely sure what is the relationship between year and decade but now I'm officially old.
