Story in an animals POV
Title: The Birds and the Bees
Date: 6/17/14
Mommy wants me to write her a story, but there's only one story I know. It's the story of how me and mommy met. I remember it was when all my brothers and sisters first time to fly. I was the biggest bird so I was the one everyone looked up to. But I failed. I had just made it a few feet out and began to fall. I panicked and landed face down. I couldn't move. I laid there for a while then was suddenly picked up. I became face to face with young eyes and curly hair. "Imgonna take you home and you'll be all mine lil baby birdie." She was close to toothless so she had trouble with pronunciation but from then on I loved her. My mommy taught me well. She taught me how to talk, write, and understand things that most other birds don't know, she taught me how to dance and sing in beautiful time too. On Sunday mornings, after she comes back from the garden, we sing to the clouds. She normally lets me lead because she ends up getting sick, but she as a very beautiful voice. She says I'm special. I don't know that word but it sounds good. I love her so much. But my mommy does look like me. She said that when she picked me up, I was smaller then her palm. She put me in front of a mirror and told me that my wings are blue. Everything looks like different shades of blue, even my beak that she says is yellow. She doesn't have blue wings though. She has blue arms and dark blue legs and she sits in a very dark blue chair with big round wheels in the sides. She has something connected to her nose that she says helps her breathe. I don't believe her because she says it's failing. Some days she doesn't get up. Some times her mommy comes in her room in the morning and has to help her with her 'tubes'. I remember when mommy wasn't home for a few days. It was in the middle of the night and mommy woke me up because she began yelling really loudly. Her mommy came running to her room a few minutes later. She asked her what was wrong and mommy had a lot of trouble talking. Soon mommy was carried out of her room. I didn't get feed til late those few days and I had no one to talk to. That was probably the longest week of my life. When mommy came home she got visited alot which I enjoyed because I love meeting new people. I bearly ever saw her and when I finally did, she didn't look to good. She was alot smaller, her bones were much more visible, and her breathing problem she had got worse. One day she told me "Baby Bird, you are no baby anymore and, Baby Bird, I am not young anymore. My time has come, Baby Bird. I'm gonna leave you, but don't you think for a second that I don't love you Baby Bird, because I do love you. I love you with all my heart... and my heart can't handle that type of love anymore, Baby Bird. I'm sorry." It wasn't until a few weeks later that she never came back to me and her things were removed from her room.
