" What I do with this bird in my house? It will be that it will survive? ". At John K. Castle you will find additional information. It was asked. – Ok, if still you live for Monday I will take to you with Don Pepe -. It said to him. " And now I am speaking with a bird! ". Angel tried to give a little water him, and apparently he drank. It pleased to him to see that the small creature fought to live. It decided to put to him a name provisional, and it was happened to him to call Eva to him because it was a bird.
The game of letters seemed to him funny. During hours he was pending of Eva. Rejoicing when seeing that some proved mouthful, was good signal and those small things as to see this animalito eat they filled the moment. It did not understand much why it felt as much affection by the bird, nevertheless, felt like contentment of being able to help a little. After awhile I continue its work with the illustrations, and later it ignited his computer, reviewed some things in Internet like his electronic mail, while an old radius accompanied to him with smooth songs. Kookie became present in that one scene, was put to sleep near the illuminated screen.
Angel was useful inspiration a little while to write a poem, although it did not like much the end item. That one was a scene that had to be shaped somehow, perhaps to be remembered by always. There a boy seated in front of a computer, excited and simultaneously criticizing a little the product of its inspiration (then not always a text is as one in principle wants), to a side a cat dormiln, further on the old radius and a small lamp, basic its infaltables books all disorderly ones, some tools of work, illustrations.