The Story Of Rockey

It was my birthday when Didi brought me a cute little baby parrot. I kept his name 'Rockey'. Though it was a baby, the parrot was really restless. It ran from here and there and sometimes flew up on the branches of the trees. Earlier it just stood still in one place and moved one step at a time. Even he didn't had feathers that much. I liked him the way he was naughty because I become unhappy when I see him in the bars of his cage. But if he was in the cage, Rockey did very mischievous things. He had made a big hole in his orange plastic bowl of meal by pecking and he wore it like a necklace. It was weird to see him like that way. My elder sister, Didi and I really cared for Rockey. In the early days Rockey used to have milk in his meal. Later on, me and my father fed him with fruits such as grapes, bananas, raisins, pomegranate etc. Rockey sometimes spoke too by saying words like 'Hello', 'Good morning', 'Good night', 'Bye' etc. My grandma always told that if black cloth is put on the cage of young parrots, they learn to talk faster. And this theory sometimes worked too. It was lovely cheerful days passing by as the years passed but not on one fine day. It was a winter morning, and I was sleeping happily with Didi thinking what we'll do with Rockey that day. But suddenly there were shouts calling us. It was grandma standing. I rushed there but then my face turned pale & tears were rolling down my eyes. Rockey passed away!

        This was the most horrible, painful news I ever got in my life. Rockey's cage is still hanged where it was but only, he wasn't there. But time goes on & everyone forgot about him. Although I didn't, I always looked at the cage and cried bitterly because I knew how much Rockey loved me & how much I did.

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