Life was amazing once, just milling around a farm with no discipline. I loved flying around and bothering all of the other barnyard animals. Yes, it was a grand life. Well, at least it was until that wretched family came. They bought me from that farmer, and oh was he happy to see me go. I think he might have even said good riddance.
I despised the family from the moment I saw them. They locked me in a pet carrier and shoved it in their trunk. They even had the nerve to ignore my indignant squawks! It was just the indignity of it all. It was simply preposterous how this family had treated me! I am a living being after all, so why shouldn’t I have some respect? The ride to their house was bumpy and uncomfortable, so I disliked it greatly.
Upon arriving at their house, I was taken out of the trunk. I appreciated this, but regretted my feelings as soon as I was placed in a dank, musty corner of their garage.
That night, as I was anticipating the next day, the father in the family walked over to my cage and murmured, “Time to fatten you up,” while he poured bird feed into my dish. I felt very offended. Not by the words he had spoken, but by the way he had said them. It was as if he thought I could not understand him. I mean, even though HE could not understand me, that did not mean I did not understand him. As he walked away, I slowly drifted into a deep sleep.
The next morning, the family’s house was bursting with people that were bustling about. Amidst the crowd, someone picked up my cage and brought me to the kitchen. As I looked up at the man at the counter, he glanced down at me, a polished and gleaming knife held in his clasped hands. As I continued to gawk at him, he smiled a cruel grin and raised his knife. At that moment, I knew my life was going to end.