Autobiography of a Parrot
As Told to King Jor of Mâvarin
Hatched in Derio. Long time ago. Island. Tall trees. Soft nest. Three baby birds in nest. One fell. Parents fed babies in nest. Me. Sister.
Grew big. Flew. Storm. Wind blew north. White waves. Blue water. Land. Dark trees. Gath moss. Green water.
Spring. Lady bird. Nest. Two eggs. Two babies. Birds flew south. Skwok alone in Gathmak.
Spring again. Same lady bird. Nest. Two eggs. One baby bird. Flew south. Skwok alone.
Many springs. Lady bird gone. Sad. No parrots in Gathmak.
Saw food in box. Caught. Tengrem-man put me in castle. King Jor in castle. Nice man. Sad man. Sat all day on chair. Trapped together.
Jor taught me human talk. Too many words to learn. King Jor said okay.
Spring. No nest. Stayed with sad king. Spring again. Spring again. No lady bird. No nest. Many springs, no nest. King friend. Good biscuits. Good man.
Carli came for Jor. Jor brought me. Magic door. Different, bigger castle. Fly free. Still stay with king. Still no nest.
King Jor not sad now. Bird happy.
Art by Sherlock