This Is The Story Of Why We Have Left Spokane Only To Return In About Two Weeks And A Little More --- Our situation in Spokane was not the best. In fact, we were severely treated. 
In plainest truth, our aquaintances in that city worked us so hard that at the end of each day we felt as though we had worked for three days straight without rest or sympathy, so unbelievably large was our workload. We were exhausted. 
Eventually our situation became so bad that the people began to speak of rebellion. Anger and resentment filled the air like a poisonous fog. The happy, contented faces of years now past were nowhere to be seen. 
Soon we resolved that we should clamber over the terrible mountains and wastelands that now kept us captive, and in this way fly away to freedom. 
For a time we collected all available aids to rapid transportation. 
Because our antagonizers naturally refused us food for our long journey, we had to scavange for food ourselves. Luckily the landscape proved fruitful, and after a brief time of collecting provisions, we set off. 
But we soon found our way barred by a terrible and endless sea, the end of which we could not begin to imagine. 
But we soon learned to harness some fish of astonishing strength, and request that they help take us across the sea to freedom. 
(The ice kept them happy.) The special thing about these fish was that they magically transformed into ships after losing sight of the land they had just departed, and in this way we made our way safely across. 
Although we completed our journey through the sea with the help of these fishes, our progress was not without its cost. We even lost some of our faithful to ravenous whales, against which we had no weapon. Our only recourse was to wave good-bye as our fallen friends disappeared into those yawning cavities, and continue bravely on our way. 
Having crossed the great sea, we found ourselves in a great and strange city, with towering gray walls and sympathy like concrete. 
In this city, even the most noble among us were attacked by complete strangers. 
We froze patiently on the unforgiving cement surfaces of the world. 
We endured so many hardships along the way that some of our company began to despair. 
Finally we reached a city whose inhabitants had good common sense and judgment. This was a great relief to our weary souls and lightened our spirits considerably. 
We could tell the citizens of this city had good sense because they immediately let me take over their affairs and, as ruling tyrant, declare myself Queen. 
Then...we woke up, and we decided that we loved Spokane and what a silly nightmare that was...so we were going to move there...and after that was settled we were all very content. 
THE END. Aaaand...My great-grandmother has a cockatiel just like mine, except hers is a guy. | 
