They stare at you with their little beady eyes. Tracking you as you cross the room. You walk, cherry popsicle in hand, as they scream at you. It begins with just one, then the rest quickly follow. They look at you, and look back, and look at you again. Over and over, with such short attention span.
You think to make it go away you will play some music, a distraction of sorts. Perhaps a little ABBA, or whatever else happens to be in the tape deck. They, in turn, just get louder. So perhaps they like swedish music. How were you supposed to know such things. You cross into another room, believing that silence must win out soon enough. As you sit, you turn your head to see two more staring. Staring you down, wondering what you are doing here. When you decided to show up, and how long you will stay. They too begin to scream to no avail.
They begin to jump around, singing a chorus that sounds something like "go a-way", all four joining in, maybe five, you aren't really sure. But you know that can't be possible. They can't understand such things. Or can they? They judge you, as though you are stuck in a cage. They are jealous of you, because you can get outside, enjoy the warmth of the sun. You can spread your wings, take a walk, getaway, and so they yell at you wondering why you aren't doing just that.
You in turn question them in the same light. Why are they there? Of course they had no choice in the matter, they were plucked from their mother's side, which has become a curse in some circles, this one in particular. Yeah they are cute and all, but unless you are deaf, they are one of the more annoying things you have quite possibly ever been around. But alas, you sigh and feel sorry for them. They scream because they have no way out. We've done this to them, time and time again.
And so...moving upstairs, you hope that soon it will be "bedtime for bonzo", and contemplate their escape.
Just a girl, trying to kill two (or five) angry birds, with one stone.
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