Well, there he was sitting. In his cage.
He was looking around curious. But everything he could see was the meager furniture of the living room.
He was still very small and couldn't fly yet. But he already has heard from it.
One told him everyday about flying. How it feels to take the skies.
How wonderful it is to glide through the air and feel the wind. But the wind can also be dangerous. His storms can make you crash and then you can die.
The little bird was listening carefully and began to dream about flying.
He was getting stronger with every day. He grew and his feathers were getting more colourful and shiny.
Then he said: "I want to learn how to fly!"
But they only laughed and said he is too young. And so they kept telling from outside, where one could fly over the tree tops, over the grassland and over the fields.
The little bird didn't know what trees or grassland or fields are.
All he knew was the living room with its grey furniture.
But they said he would learn everything ear