This is something I wrote a year or so ago, and I may have posted it here before. But, I thought I'd post it again, for people who haven't read it. I am sorry, the first time, the story didn''t get pasted in as I intended. I must have been sleepy!

My name is Emma. I remember being with some other little birds, and a human came and fed us. Then, all of a sudden, I was in a small cage, all by myself in a store. People came over and stuck their faces up to the cage and scared me. I was there for a long time.

One day, a big hand with a glove on came into the cage and tried to grab me. I screamed and ran all around the cage. I did everything to get away, but it didn't work. Then, I was in a little dark place.

A little while later, some light came into the box. I could see that I could get out, but I was scared. Finally, I came out, because I was hungry. I was in another cage (a big one), but by myself. I could hear other birds nearby.

The first night, all I did was climb around and around the top of the cage chriping. I was looking for a way out.

The next few days I sat on my seed dish. A human sat near me. Now and then she would drop a sunflower seed into my dish. I love sunflower seeds.

The human kept trying to get me on her finger, but I hissed and backed away.

I could see two smaller birds across the room. One day I got out of the cage when the door was open. I flew over to the other cage to say "hello" to the little birds. I went into their cage, ate some of their food, and swang on their swing. Then, the little birds came over to my cage. I liked them a lot, and we all sat on a perch together.

We all lived together then. Every morning we got out of the cage, but I didn't want to go back. The human chased me all over the house, and scared me. Even though she gave me sunflower seeds, I didn't like her at all.

One day, there was a little cage on top of the big cage, with millet in it. I went in to eat the millet, and the human closed the door and took me away from my friends to someplace I couldn't make any sense of. Then, other hands grabbed me. Someone pulled out my wing and cut some feathers off. I was SO SO mad!!! How could they do such a thing?

When I got back home with my friends, I couldn't fly. So, I just sat on my perch and sulked. I wouldn't even come out of the cage.

Things are getting better now. I got used to not being able to fly. I started coming out of the cage and playing with my friends on top of it. The human comes over with sunflower seeds. She only gives them to me if I jump onto her arm, but it's not really so bad.

I fell in love with the little yellow bird, whose name is Piper. We would spend lots of time together. He would preen me and jump on my back, which felt good. We wanted to make eggs, but it didn't seem to happen and I wondered if something was wrong with me.

Then, one day, there was an egg! Then, I had three more! Yay! But, they never hatched. I don't know why.

One day, the human took Piper to another cage. I can still see him, but we can't touch each other any more.

Now, I am glad I am living here. There are four of us now, A couple of months ago another bird came, named Silver. He was very babyish. Now, he is grown up. He and I share a cage. When we come out of the cage we go everywhere together. Sometimes I let him preen me, but not too much. I still like Piper better.

My feathers have grown back!!! Now, I can fly again. So, I can explore the room. Sometimes I fly over to my human's chair and sit on the back of it. Sometimes I sit on her laptop. She will give me a sunflower seed if I jump onto her wrist, but I don't stay very long. However, I have come to like it when she talks to me and tells me how pretty and good I am. I have learned when I need to go back into the cage, and it's not so bad. It's not forever. We get outside play time twice a day.

I guess my life has become much better. I still don't want anything to do with fingers. Silver sits on the human's finger. It looks pretty silly to me, but I guess we're all different.

Emma has gone on to have more adventures, she has not written them down yet.

What does that mean? You sold her?

Whats this about?

This almost made me cry. It's so beautiful, how you're narrating her story in first person. Aww! It's so cute!

Dont you mean in Third person?

I really don't know. I've always sucked with that part of the english grammar, lol.

Erik, you are right. It is first person. First person is things like I, me, and my. Second person is things like: your and you. Third is he and she.

Wow. I just realized that I forgot to reply after my grammar lesson. That story was sad.

Lovely story!

Third person is when the story is being told by someone else. First person is when the main character is narrating.

For example... (These happen to actually be a couple of stories I'm writing)

3rd person:(this one switches between characters appearing as birds and appearing as humans, so it may seem somewhat confusing)
Lucy felt uneased at seeing her classmates. All of them happened to be doves! No parrots, let alone cockatiels, not even a passerine. She could practically feel the eyes on her, as she quickly tried to find a desk to sit at. When she finally did, she heard the voice of a specifically disgusted fantail pigeon.

"A parrot, at St. Pigeonation's?" said the fantail in disbelief. "Has this school become so desperate for more students, that they're beginning to accept lowly hookbills?" The Rock dove sitting next to him began to to shush his friend.

"Sakura, don't be rude!" Whispered the rock dove. "The school doesn't except just anyone. Maybe she's here because she's really smart."

"Ryouta, you and I both know that parrots were the last among birds to evolve into more sentient beings." Replied Sakuya, as his he turned up his beak and closed his eyes in the most proper and obnoxious manner. "The only other parrot here is the janitor." He opened one eye and looked back at Lucy. "And a cockatiel, nonetheless..."

Ryouta sighed. "Whatever, I'm gonna talk to her", he said as he stood up and began walking to Lucy's desk.

Lucy, who was listening to the whole conversation from the other side of the room, looked down and nervously stared at her desk to try and seem like she didn't hear them. She heard the patter of the rock dove's feet come closer, until they finally came to a stop.

"Hey." She looked up to see her classmate, with dark hair and red eyes. He was wearing the typical male school uniform, which was a suit consisted of a grey suit, blue tie and a white undershirt." with a red tie He gave her a friendly smile, as he reached his hand out for Lucy to shake. "You're new here, right? Welcome to St. Pigeonation's." He said. "My name's Ryouta. What's yours?"

1st: (not bird related, but possibly the only one I'm writing in first person so far)
I heard the door open, but didn't bother to look up. I really didn't want anything to do with anyone. As I heard the footsteps grow closer, I knew exactly who it was. It was my colleague, Wallgof. I continued looking down, as he sat down on the bench next to me.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I was very... Unprofessional back there." Knowing Wallgof, I would expect him to not take any excuses for me running off so suddenly the way I did. He's quite serious in everything he does, and expects everyone elseto be the same.

"It's ok." said Walgof, "I'm sure you have your reasons." I looked up at him to see him staring back at me. Though his expression remained neutral as it typically is, it was much softer than usual, and his eyes showed no sense of frustration.

"If you need an explination, I'll answer any question you have." I told my colleague. "But it may take a while."

Walgof shrugged, then leaned back on the bench. "That's fine. Work can wait." He said. Looking forward, he took a lighter out of his pocket and lit a cigarette with it.

I was somewhat confused at how relaxed he was, we Walgof usually prefers to get back to work as soon as possible. He should be mad at me, for panicking and running away, after seeing what the two of us saw. But I decided to just relax with him, leaning my head back to look at the stars.

Walgof took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew a puff of smoke. "So," he said, "Who was he?"



But as usual, ninja B beats me to it.

Anyways, I like the story. it's hard to try and put yourself into an animal's perspective and make a story out of it sometimes, because you can't always tell what they're thinking. It's a really cute story, and I hope to see some more, if you plan on writing some more.

If you want, I can critique it and give some advice to improve your writing skills. I'm not the best writer though, but maybe some shared experience can help.