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I just tightened my fingers around the jagged metal of the screwdriver and prepared to show him that even a bird in a cage has claws. ​

His tone was calm and seemingly pleasant. But they were smarter, the men. They knew that not too deep beneath the calm, laid an cruel storm. "Do you know what a caged bird does the moment it has been let out of its cage?" He asked no one in particular as his slender fingers fondled the vicious looking, pet eagle nesting on his armrest. Everyone held their tongues and kept their silence. It wasn't from ignorance though, but pure fear. The Master continued. "It savours every feel of freedom it had lost, loses track of time....and eventually might chose to remain in the raw pleasures of the wild over the comfort of its cage."

The taste of freedom was very unique, until it drifted into the danger of unknown, foreign outside world, 'cause it was nothing like inside of the bars," he grazes the yellow color slowl "Don't you think the bird was silly "No, I don't. It wasn't its fault but the man who had put it first in the cage. The thing is," he touches the paint with his finger, "The bird only learnt what the man wanted it to learn. It only saw what it saw inside of the cage, unable to fly in the sky, unable to see the world outside, except that man "So, at last it wasn't a bird anymore "No, it wasn't, it was a prisoner. 'Cause all matters what happened to it at the beginning, at the moment it was born. All the thing

'Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go. One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.' 🌹🌹 The Truth and Leaving (Part 1) 🌹🌹 Vala knocks off the chair she was sitting on as the image finally cleared from her head, she manages to get hold of herself before she falls, keeping the empty cup on the table.

“No, I don’t want to bother her. I’m fine.” Except Lucas was pretty sure he wasn’t. “Alex has shown you the animals already, right?” So that wasn’t going to be a way to distract the man. “We got a new bird in last night. Hit by a car. That’s what Elise says. He’s a turkey vulture—a pretty big bird. People say they’re ugly, but I don’t really think so. He’s got a broken wing, and Elise says flying is really important to them, so she’s not sure if we’ll be able to get him back into the wild.” What else could he possibly say about the damn bird? He was sorry he’d started. “I guess flying is pretty important to most birds.” Yeah. “Except penguins, I guess. Ostriches.”

Olivia patiently explained, "I felt the same way as a child. I wanted my family to be together too. Back then, your grandmother didn't love your grandfather at all. "She treated me and your grandfather with indifference every day. Do you know what happens when a person is unhappy every day? She would become depressed and angry. She would spread negative emotions to everyone around her. Have you ever had a pet bird?" "No, but I have a cat. Dad gave it to me. He said that you love cats." "Birds and cats are different. A cat can run around the house freely, but a bird is trapped inside a cage. It can only look at the sky from within the cage.

Jason shook his head. With an unknown smile on his lips, Aaron gently touched the black insulated lunch box and raised his lips, saying something profound, "A man is like a bird. Unless he willingly enters a woman's cage, how could he be trapped by any woman? But the Garcia mother and daughter think they can trap me with their cage. How can I easily comply with their wishes?" Jason quickly understood his words, but he clenched the steering wheel and asked, "Mr. Brown, I thought you deeply loved Miss Garcia?"

But just before he disappeared around the corner, he paused and looked back at Lyra. Their eyes met, and she heard his voice in her memory. My offer stands, should you need it. But he didn't say those words aloud. Instead, he said something else, something that seemed innocuous but carried layers of meaning. "A caged bird should fly before the cage becomes a tomb." Then he was gone, leaving Lyra standing between Mason and Jessy, her heart pounding, her mind racing. Mason's grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her side. "What was that about?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

I nodded. "I can fly like a bird not in the sky, which can always swim and can always dry," I repeated slowly, my brow furrowed as I thought about it. "I say goodbye at night and morning hi. I'm part of you. What am I?" My mind raced with ideas of what could be like a bird not in the sky. Was the bird not able to fly? Was it an animal at all? I shook my head at the stupid thought. It wasn't a bird at all that was too obvious.

“I missed you. There’s been no one to talk to about the birds around the castle.” Even though I can’t see her, I can feel Ingrid roll her eyes. She also says birdwatching is weird and lame. “By the Goddess, do I have things to tell you.” She pulls back and grins at me. “The sparrows started migrating early.” “Really?”