Mark felt pity for the bird in the cage. A green parrot, a miserable sight: he barely had space enough to flap his wings. He would turn left, right, and he was back where he started. The cage was a Victorian affair, shaped like a pagoda and ornate with iron flowers, beautiful, but small. Not that any cage would be big enough. Mark wondered how came his grandma felt she had a right to keep an animal trapped for life, especially a smart animal like a parrot.
The Cage - A Very Short Story
The Cage - A Very Short Story
The Cage - A Very Short Story
Mark felt pity for the bird in the cage. A green parrot, a miserable sight: he barely had space enough to flap his wings. He would turn left, right, and he was back where he started. The cage was a Victorian affair, shaped like a pagoda and ornate with iron flowers, beautiful, but small. Not that any cage would be big enough. Mark wondered how came his grandma felt she had a right to keep an animal trapped for life, especially a smart animal like a parrot.