The Delicate Creature

I thought that my speech would anger Charles. However, he was calm. "You're right. Birds are capricious. The autotomy may happen when things don't go as they expect." Speaking, Charles opened the door of the cage and reached for the bird. This scared the bird out of wits. Then, I saw surprise in its eyes. Charles put the bird in front of me. "Something is doomed to be in a cage, such as this bird." With a frown, I sat up straight and stared at the bird in front of me. The bird flew in the air after flapping its wings. After circling around the pavilion, it landed in front of me again. "Why doesn't it fly away?" I couldn't hide my surprise. Freedom was precious, and the bird should cherish it. Why did it come back to its cage? A flash of contempt appeared in Charles's eyes. "This is a robin. It sings days and nights but is delicate. "It can weigh the pros and cons, so it knows that this cage is its best haven." Charles opened the cage, and the bird staggered into it. Holding the cage, I