We had six birds before and they all died gradually. I never gave too much attention on them that fact that they were'nt mine but my pop's. Perhaps I was too busy with school and with other things. But now pops got another five birds from his friend, and now a newly hatched egg (hatched a few weeks ago)--a bird I named Six. I love them all even if they aren't attending to Six's needs. Well, they're birds, living in a small community inside a world they call there own, a world I call a cage--a prison cell.
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