‘My life as a pet parrot’ story by 8 year old Agneesh Raj Banerjee from Kolkata + some cool facts
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Today lets read how 8 year old Agneesh Raj Banerjee from Kolkata imagines his life as a parrot.
Agneesh goes to La Martiniere for Boys School in Kolkata. He loves to look into his atlas and see the maps of various countries. He wants to go to Russia some day. Agneesh loves reading books and his favourite authors are Enid Blyton and Ruskin Bond. He is a student of Word Munchers, Kolkata.
My life as a pet parrot.
I am a parrot. I was born from an egg along with seven siblings. One day, when my mother was out to get some worms, a bad bird catcher came and tried to catch us. All the other chicks escaped but I was late and he caught me, put me in a cage and took me to the market nearby to be sold.
There were a lot of people in the market. There was a boy with his father. He started pleading with his father to buy me. So he bought me and took me to their home. He named me Rostov. His father came and tied my ankle to a chain which was tied to a perch, so that I could not escape. The boy seemed very fond of me and was joyous to have me as a pet. Every morning, when the sun would rise, I would start chirping and the boy would wake up. I would have chilly and chickpea for breakfast.
Every evening, his father would come near me and start whistling in front of me and I would try to copy him.
When I would stare at the blue sky, I would see other birds flying in the sky. Then one day, I had a brilliant idea. I acted dead and hung myself from the perch head down. They were worried and gave me a tap but I wasn’t responding. So they thought I was really dead and took me to the forest and dropped my body under a tree. When they turned around, I flew away searching for my nest and after a few hours of flying, I found my family. I hugged my mother and my siblings.
I tasted freedom for the first time. Now I am a free bird. I have no chain around my leg. I sure liked that boy but I like my freedom more. And now, if I am lost, I can fly around the place looking for my mother.
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