~Chapter 22~
Tiny Bird
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"Ooh, and he needs a cage" Wilson spoke, going through the contents of the chest. "Ooh and Maybe I should gather seed to feed it"
"A-and a-and" Wilson went back and forth from each chest in the camp. Thinking up new ideas each second, 'that bird is spoiled....' I thought, but in a way I admired that Wilson cared so much for the bird. Wilson picked up the bird and kissed it's "forehead" repeatedly....
"I wish I was that bird...." I said to myself and quickly Wilson shot up and looked at me. 'I said that out loud didn't I??!!!' But before Wilson could say a single word or approach me, the others walked into camp. Wikerbottom actually looked happy....she gave a grin and rushed to the bird, lifting up its wings, flipping it over, and jotting down notes in her book. Wolfgang didn't seem to care much, and Willow had the same reaction as Wilson did. "So...Cute" she said softly and pet it on the head
"I know r-right?", and willow gave a smile, 'so she is human after all..." I gave a little giggle and walked twords Wilson. The bird, overwhelmed jumped out of the croud that was cornering it, and jumped into my arms. I fell over on Wilson and he smiled softly, a blush covering his face-
"He seems to like you" Wilson said and the bird nussled itself into my chest
"O-Oh" was all I could murmur, Wilson pet the bird that was now in my arms...I blushed and looked up at him. He gave a questioning face as to my behavior but I just looked away, the bird was in my chest after all...'He's very close...'
Soon nightfall came and we all went to sleep. Laying next to Wilson, he kept his distance- as a gentleman should but....I want him closer...
Finally I drifted off to sleep.
