Personal Narrative-Cruelty Or Humorous?

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

However, the bird did not go away. Instead, it flew over to Alan and landed right on his shoulder. Alan shooed the bird off of his shoulder and started pacing towards the restaurant where he was meeting Diana. He was still going to go meet her. He had to, even if she wasn’t going to fall in love with him today. It only took Alan a couple minutes to get to the restaurant. He got to the door. It was a glass door so he could see his reflection. He could also see the bird’s reflection. The bird was right behind him. He had followed Alan all the way to the restaurant. “You need to

Suddenly, her sharp bird ears picked up a small sound. A sniffle, from down the hall. Silently, she turned her wings in that direction and found Reesa sitting in an armchair. Her inner agent relaxed, but noticed that the girl’s face was red and covered in tear tracks. She must have noticed Marya’s bird form flying down the hall, and for some reason began to cry harder.

The sun was beating down on me as I apprehensively stepped up to the big box that held the folder with my fourth grade teacher’s name pasted onto the front. Helpers were asking my name, but my mind was on the awful rumors about Mrs. Glassic. A hand was reaching down into the box, shuffling through the folders when abruptly, it came to a halt. It felt like years, but eventually, the manila envelope arrived in my hands, labeled “Mrs. Glassic”. As my stomach dropped I thought back to a week before, when I heard awful rumors about the meanest, strictest teacher at Green Valley, Mrs. Glassic. On the first day of school I was apathetic and not looking forward to the school year. Quickly, I found myself growing closer and closer to Mrs. Glassic, the patient and encouraging teacher that is determined to find what’s best for her students. For those characteristics, I admire her.

The bird split right in half and fell to the ground. “Finally,” he thought “I’ll retrieve some water.” He bent over to fill his cup, but the the spring was empty. In want of water, he climbed up the rocks. As he was about to fill his cup from the spring , he noticed a Viper. The snake’s throat was slit, with the poisonous venom leaking from it. Suddenly, he realized his mistake. His bird was trying to save his life from the imminent danger, but out of his anger, frustration and impatience, he had killed his faithful bird. Sadly, he picked up his loving bird; wrapped it in his blanket, carried back to his castle. He later buried it with high honors of protecting the king.

When Mrs. Wright realizes that her bird no longer lives, she realizes that the last pieces of who she is, or was, have too died. A young, innocent, alive

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.”

Once upon a time there was puppy named Libby. She was the smallest puppy out of all of her brothers and sisters. She was so small that she always got lost. One day she wandered far beyond her backyard and found a duck named Gibby. Gibby only had one wing and couldn’t fly. Libby started to carry Gibby in her mouth back to the house she was a smart puppy and could always find her way home. It is a huge backyard in which the fence was broken in many places for Libby to escape out and back into the backyard such at the small hole that went unnoticed by the owners and that is when Libby brought Gibby back and it was the typical sunny day not a cloud in sight. Libby liked to play with Gibby. Gibby liked play with Libby also. They always hanged out

Five black ravens sat on the roof and when Gwen reached the front door, four of the ravens flew away, leaving one perched on the roof…alone. Gwen felt sick as she watched the black bird stare at her, it was alone, just as she would be if she didn’t find her mother. As Gwen entered the house her nose became overwhelmed with a smell of

In the forest, one lonely night a girl was roaming around looking for something but she wasn’t quite sure herself what it was. Rose was walking around and her surroundings were filled with tiny and very squishy things. She could’ve have even stepped in one of them and she would have them stuck in her shoes, that clueless she was. As the night kept getting longer the more she roamed the big dark forest. She stumbled along something in her path and she was curious to know what it was. From the looks of it, it was something bright red. The closer she got the more interesting it was for her. Out of nowhere “Cuckoo!” A bird flew across her face and she jumped but stared at the bright nightly sky waiting for the bird to return. She wasn’t scared

It was a casual Wednesday morning when I walked into Maple Place Middle School. That is, until I reached 5th period. 5th period was my favorite period of the day because I had English, which is my favorite subject. I had it with my favorite teacher as well, Mrs.Secko. I had English two periods a day, 5th and 7th. 5th was Literature, and 7th was Language Arts. This week, we were going to be reviewing Shakespeare’s play, “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. We would be collaborating with the other 7th grade English teacher, Mrs. Richter. Some of us would be staying in Mrs.Secko’s class while some of us would be transferred into Mrs. Richter’s for this specific lesson. I was one of the students who was chosen to be transferred into Mrs.Richter’s for that week. So, from this Wednesday to next Wednesday I would be going to Mrs.Richter’s for 5th period.

I feel she uses all the aspects to tell the metaphor that the bird represents a human who has been slowed

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

“About 85 percent of parrots are resold, given away, or abandoned within two years of being purchased,” by “There Is No Such Thing as a 'Cage Bird'.” From a young age I was always fascinated by birds; fascinated by their intelligence and feather coloration. My passion and love grew even bigger when I first saw Leah the Green-Wing macaw on Mickaboos adoption website. My heart sank and eyes filled up with tears as I read Leah’s profile; neglected by five different families and was given an adoption time frame. If Leah did not get adopted within the given time frame she would then be euthanized. On November 11, 2014, the day I brought Leah home has changed my life ever since. Throughout this essay I will talk about how owning an exotic parrot: macaw can be like having a two year old child rather than a pet.

“You did this, you know” she whispered, Kevin awoke to the cacophony of birds, screaming. The birds were not doing their original sweet chirp, chirp, it was more like a howl of women being tortured by having their hearts ripped out with a rusty spoon. The Kevin took off as fast as he possibly could running outside. Once he reached the front porch he