Personal Narrative Analysis

The bird stops singing at once and then I’m aware of all that could happen to me… just me, I’m totally by my own now. I find myself, waiting for something really bad to happen; that feeling inside found its way out, yelling at me, saying that this is not my imagination, that something is actually wrong, I wonder what could it be. Seconds freeze, floating on the air, a moment seems to be a life time, how many lifetimes have I been here waiting? And what am I waiting for?

His daughter understood the bird better than all the others who had owned it. As soon as the swallow was brought to her by her father she noticed it was feeling sickly as was she. The text states“When the girl wakes suddenly in the middle of the night, the first thing she sees through her fever is a small cliff swallow blinking at her from behind the bars of a rattan cage. She knows too well how terrible it is to be kept inside. ‘I know what you need, little bird,’ she murmurs. But the swallow no longer believes what people say. Slowly, the sickly girl rises from her bed and carries the cage to the open window. Unlatching the rattan door, the girl asks, ‘Will you fly for me, too, little bird?’ And her language is one that the swallow understands.” This shows how the girl and the swallow understand each other. The swallow was able to fly under the rice moon yet another time. Both the little girl and the bird became free. The swallow passed by the little girl’s window every

When he bought it he whispered to the bird,”I know who will take care of you, little bird.” He was going to give the bird to his ill daughter to make her feel better. Like all of the other characters the man didn’t know what the swallow was saying. He placed the cage in the room and left. When the girl woke up in the middle of the night she saw the birdcage in her room and she realised how terrible it can be when a bird is in there. None of the characters understood what the bird wanted so badly but finally the bird has its chance. The bird slightly hesitated then opened its wings and flew away. Additionally, the girl said,”Will you fly for me, too, little bird?” stating that she can’t get free but she wants to feel free.

Wright had broken the cage door and killed the bird. The only way the door could have become unhinged is if considerable force was used on it, because bird cages are built to last a long time. Mr. Wright, being a “bigger” man, provided that strength. Mrs. Wright could not have due to her small stature, unless provoked. The owner of the bird is Mrs. Wright. If the owner of the bird was Mr. Wright then he would not have broken into the cage because pet owners have no need to break into their pet’s cages. This also means that Mr. Wright intended to harm the bird when breaking into the cage. Mrs. Hale’s statement supports the notion of Mrs. Wright having a pet bird, “‘There was a man round last year selling canaries cheap-but I don’t know as she took one. Maybe she did. She used to sing real pretty herself,’” (13). Mrs. Wright would’ve also wanted a canary because of her husband’s personality. Mrs. Hale suggests that he had a cold personality, “‘But he was a hard man. Just to pass the time of day with him-.” She stopped, shivered a little.”Like a raw wind that gets to the bone.”...”I should think she would’ve wanted a bird!’” (14). The mutilated canary proves that Mr. Wright did break into the cage and he did in fact, kill the bird, as suggested by Mrs. Hale, “‘No, Wright wouldn’t have liked the bird,” she said after that-“a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that too.” Her voice tightened,” (17). The murdered bird is what Mrs. Wright was so angry about when she was sewing that one patch of the quilt. She would’ve been angry over the murder of the canary because she loved it, and people get angry when pets they love are hurt or killed. Mrs. Wright had wrapped the bird in silk and “she was going to bury it in that pretty box,” (16). Silk is expensive material and for Mrs. Wright to intend to use it for her canary’s burial indicates her love for the

delicate vision of a bird: “I fly with my own wings. I don’t need anyone else to hold me up.”

Although secure in her makeshift safe house, she was by no means sheltered from the insidious scratching. The scratching was joined with another sound, one not so alarming in tone. It was a baby’s sob, sounding so hurt and in need. All of these things pounded in the girl's mind. What if it was her baby doll? Her baby needed her. She couldn’t reject her little helpless baby.

Night night said my talking bird Leo even though it was 3 in the Moring molly my other bird was skimming so I get up and tell them to plez be quite it is 3 in the Moring go back to sleep so I go back to my room and they start again so I go and set near them so they would stop then I geve them a toy then my pet ferret got out and had molly be the neck she almost died I got some food and got the ferret his name is dude tacking my bird to the vet is hard you have to put them in a carer and get that carer in the car without sharing the bird so they don’t sharing in the car then u get dude I havent took him to the vet yet so I don’t know how to do it you want to be cater if you are going to feed birds if they are tame then you are fine but if they

When she finally woke up, she saw a big bird flying above her. She said to the bird, “What a beautiful bird. What is your name? What kind of bird are you? I’ve never seen a bird like you here before.”

wrapped around her legs the white bandage,once it hit her leg it turned a faded red from the blood. All the legs were striped with the white or red bandages,She looked like a weird kinda zebra. We had to try to get her back the barn,I got up and headed toward Penny’s head.I pulled on the lead rope as my father went over near her back and pushed. This urged her to get up she pushed off the ground, she stood there like a newborn giraffe swaying from side to side trying the get her balance back.

At the age of twenty nine, I faced an inevitable, drastic, and ultimately life changing decision. My options were limited, with no stress-free path to select. One path led down a very dark road, one that would have led to an abrupt end to my own life. The other route led to personal happiness, however, met with great sacrifice. Being that I felt strongly against the first option, I chose the second path. A reset button was pressed.

Their trifles do not stop at just the broken bird cage, but continue to finding the bird. Both Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Hale “wonder what happened to it”

pyrrha grasped her hand for a moment and reached down to her lap. she wanted to look at mable again. maye see is he was dead yet. her hand gripped nothing. she made a dissatisfied noise, between a hum and a whine. mable was in her lap and pyrrha was 90% sure that fish couldn’t grow legs and walk. only 90% because she’s seen some weird shit in her short life. distressed, pyrrha lifted her head up, pulling her hair out of rosie’s hands. the half done braid falling apart slowly.

One day after being fed up, the baby bird fought back and that left a tear in her heart for a long time.

I stood there looking in through the bars on the cage, watching the birds fly around their cage. I rested my hands on one of the metal bars on the cage as I watched my favorite bird, Sky , she was the bird I got for my 12th birthday that year. Sky was a bird with blue feathers and white areas on its stomach that looked like clouds. I loved to watch the birds play with each other. I was aloud to hold them but I was not aloud to take them out of the cage without an adult around And my mom was taking a nap. My mom has black curly hair and brown eyes.

I stood there watching and listening to the birds tweet, chirp, and play. I really wanted to hold one, Sky, to be exact. “I can hold Sky for a few minutes and no one