Sitting on the edge of a windowsill with shinning grey eyes, and black and white body was a bird. Soft, sweet and innocent. At last, he was free, free to fly, free to eat, and free to do anything. After all those years in cage he was free. He was so happy. He flew and flew until he got tired. All day he had been flying and now the sun was going out. And then a thought occurred in his mind. Where will he stay at night? He had always lived in a cage and didn’t know how to make a nest. He flew a little and from there he saw an empty nest which looked as if nobody had lived in it for years for there was dust everywhere. He thought that he would stay here, just then he saw some beans on the ground. He was only a few inches from the beans when a cat attacked him. But luckily he didn’t get hurt and flew away as fast as he could. He stayed at his nest for a whole day and the cat sat beside the tree at the same time. When the night came the bird got hungry and looked but there was no one around not even the bird. He climbed down flying from branch to branch but very carefully. And it was the last time he flew. There came a loud scream and everything went silent.