Dear Dairy,
Today I was chasing Quillia around the farmers house in a game of tag when behind me I heard something.
"Helloo-oo-ooo".
"Who's there?" I said.
"I'm Bary, Bary the BarbAAAAry Dove," he said, with a very high-pitched voice.
"Why are you in that cage?" I asked as I saw him clinging to the mesh.
"The farmer wants to coo-oo-op me up. But I wo-oo-ont let him. I will get out," he said. I looked at him. I'd never let out the farmers birds before, but normally they look so happy.
"Can I help?" I asked.
"Let me out! Let me out". I looked at him. I'd never let out the farmers birds before, but normally they look so happy.
I went over to the lock. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, but I had to help him. I flicked the switch, and out he flew.
"Thank yoo-oo-oo. Thank you so much!" he cried as he flew away.
Quillia come out of the bushes. "You shouldn't of let him out you know. He doesn't belong here. He belongs in the farmers avairies" She waddled over to me, and put her wing over my shoulder.
"Oh," I said, and tears began to build in my eyes.
"It's ok. You followed your heart. That is all that matters." She put her wing back and ran a few meters. Looking back, she said, "You up for one more round?".
I laughed, and we ran around the aviaries till the sun was replaced by the moon.
It was a pretty amazing day. I'd better go to bed.
Goodnight.