Zootopia Bird Novels & Stories

Mandy York, my girlfriend, was practically a migratory bird that always flew away during summer. Every year, during July and August, which were the hottest months of the year, she would fly off and disappear from the face of the earth. She said that it was because her company gave her a special project abroad that required absolute secrecy from her. She was also not to contact anyone during that period of time. Even when I got into a car accident last year and lay in the ICU for two months, she never called to ask about me. Plenty of times, I had comforted myself and endured the harsh summer alone. One day, I accidentally saw the social media account of a friend of mine living abro

Inside, dozens of birds flitted from perch to perch—small ones, mostly white and soft grey, chirping softly. “It’s so beautiful… for someone in the Mafia,” June said quietly, clearly surprised as she looked around the garden. Her arms were crossed, but you could still hear the wonder in her voice. Zinnia had wandered over to the big birdcage. She gently slid her fingers through the narrow spaces between the bars, moving slowly and carefully so she wouldn’t scare the birds. She crouched down a little, holding out her hand, calm and patient. “Zinnia, what are you doing?” I asked, half amused, half worried she might scare them or get pecked.

I said. Void stared toward the horizon. "I know." Pause. "I just dislike not knowing where." Honest answer. Painfully honest. The lantern tree rustled softly overhead. Then suddenly— a lantern bird landed on the railing. Tiny thing. Made entirely of starlight. Hope's bird. It chirped once. Then took off. The bird flew three meters. Stopped. Looked back. Waited. Silence spread across the rooftop. The bird chirped again. Everyone stared. Hope's bird turned and flew toward the river district.

- I said quietly trying to light the room with only that lamp and I heard a noise again. I lit the lamps I found until I found a birdcage with a bird in it, a small gray dove. - Zinc wants food, Zinc wants food. - He spoke? I opened the cage and the bird flew into a pot and knocked it to the ground spilling several grains. Alright then, it's been weeks without someone to feed it.

I grinned from ear to ear as I watched him place the little one down with its paddling brothers and sisters. As promised, Jesse did give me a grand tour. He seemed to know everything about the place, and I enjoyed our walk around as he explained things to me. At the aviary, an outdoor enclosure filled with birds, he pointed out the animals who called it home. “One turkey vulture and two bald eagles live here.” “The turkey vulture isn’t as pretty as her bald eagle friends,” I said. His gaze shot up to the repulsive-looking bird. “Maybe not in everyone’s eyes, but I named

And to run after the bird. And the watchman he had met at the entrance a few minutes ago just passed him on his heels after the bird. More men who were working loading the van joined the race, surrounding the bird at all corners. The bird was running desperately in circles to avoid being caught. But then..... Right there at the junction, a speedy car that was getting out of ZALA was just a few steps in front of the bird. Xendy raised his eyes to the driver and he could tell the driver was in shock after noticing how close he was to the bird. The bird was inches right in front of his speedy car.

Birdie took the pen and paper from him and quickly jotted down a sentence. She then lifted the notepad for Sandra to see. On it wrote, "I'm not Zoe!" Just as he suspected, while Birdie couldn't speak, she could write. Vincent was a genius! "What?" Sandra's body stiffened and her face drained from color. She stared at Birdie's beautiful and cute face in shock. Then, she forced out a stiff smile and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, Zoe? Hurry, come over to me!" Vincent suddenly stepped forward and removed the yellow duck hairpin from Birdie's head, ruffling her hair up in the process.

“He went all the way to Thailand to see a Fluffy-Backed Tit-Babbler. I couldn’t fucking believe it.” Shaking his head, Colton tugged his phone from his pocket, typing a message to Kate; Did you know there’s a bird called a Tufted Titmouse? He could picture her face, reading the message with a disbelieving shake of her head as she Googled, seeing if he were telling the truth. He could hear her giggle, the little snort she made when she found something especially funny.

With the bird's cage now open, Azure could only hope that his beloved pet would find a way to evade the dangers that lurked outside, to survive in a world that had become increasingly dangerous. Azure's heart raced as he desperately tried to catch the parrot, his movements fueled by a mixture of fear, determination, and heartbreak. But the terrified bird fluttered its wings, evading his grasp, and took flight, soaring through the room in a desperate bid for freedom. Tears welled up in Azure's eyes, his anguish palpable as he watched his only companion slip away.

“Only for birds. They can be fiercely intelligent. They are hunters that cannot be contained to one location. They rule the skies. How could I not admire them?” What I’m about to say is interrupted as the Firebird awakens, her black eyes glowing a bright golden yellow. She spreads her wings as wide as she can in the cage and bursts into flames. King Myenas and I are stuck watching as the bird self-immolates, her flesh and bones burning into a pile of ashes at the bottom of the metal cage. “It’s dead!” King Myenas looks shocked. I urge him to look at the pile of ashes as a tiny bird’s head pops out. Her black eyes stare up at us, new and inquisitive. She makes chirping noises.