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MissPixie
Legacy Name: MissPixie

The Glacier Lain
Owner: tinti

Age: 7 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: August 17th, 2016

Adopted: 7 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: August 17th, 2016

Statistics

• Level: 4
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 36
   
• Books Read: 36
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Attendant

Tinti stumbles out of her room one morning. She looks different, tired, like she has no strength left, even though she has slept through the night. I chirp a hello and bang a little at my bars, as in signaling I want out and about. She sits down on her computer chair and puts her phone to her ear. I bang on my cage again, and she rises shakily to open it. "Morning," she says groggily and then, "Hi, it's Christina, can I talk to Maren? Great, thanks ... Yeah, hi, Maren, it's Christina. I'm so, so sorry, but I think I'm down with the flu or something because I feel like total crap ... yeah, I'll talk to him, I'll call him right away. I'm so sorry, this isn't the way I wanted my internship to start ... Thank you, I will. I hope I can get back to work on Monday ... Yeah, thanks. See ya,"I whirl out of the cage, perching myself on Tinti's shoulder, tickling her ear. She always laughs when I do that, and lifts me off her shoulder, but this time she just lifts me off, putting me on top of my cage. "I'm sorry, Pix, I'll have to make this call and then get back to bed with some paracet. I'll leave your door open though so you can fly around," She taps her phone and puts it to her ear again. "Hey, it's Christina. I called in sick today as I think I've caught the flu. Yeah, I'm whoozy and feverish and my throat hurts. They told me to stay hone so the oldies doesn't catch it. Not my favorite way to start an internship but yeah ... Thanks, I will. Have a good weekend ... bye,"I stare at Tinti. She's unusually late, and she looks queasy. Is she sick? She gets up, and she looks like she's gonna sit back down again, but steadies herself. "I'm sorry, honey, but I'm afraid you'l have to entertain yourself for a while. I'll leave the TV on and the cage door open so you can poop down the apartment and I have something to do when I get well, but for now my bed is my bff," She picks me up and kisses my beak, "I love you. Now try to behave and not chew the blinds to shreds. Nighty!" She starts for her bedroom, still with me perched on her index finger, but knowing I'll blast off to my cage as soon as she passes the bookshelf. And I do. I fly back and bumps onto the top of my cage, looking back after her. Then I notice one entire millet stalk lying on the table, and I rush down to eat. The day goes. The next too. There's a phone call left unanswered, and I can hear Tinti moan sometimes. Saturday evening I am too worried, and I leave my domain, the living room, to check on her. I have to. I fly past the bookshelf and the bathroom door, into the bedroom where I land on the pillow. There she lies, sleeping. But when I enter the room she wakes up with a dazed expression. "Pixie, is that you?" she asks, no strength in her voice. She's miserable, I can see that, and I tweet soft sounds as I burry my head in the pillow, under her cheek. I try to lift my head, her head, to no avail. I try to wake her up for real, try to lift her head, her body into an upright position, but she's too heavy. I try again, to lift her head, and she makes an effort to lift her head so as not to hurt me, but I can see how weak she is. Tinti who is always so strong. She supports her head with an arm as she lies there, looking at me with love and wonder in her eyes. "Pixie," she whispers again, "I love you,"She seems so dazed, like she doesn't know if I'm real or not. Like I'm a product of her dreams. She can't hold herself up anymore, and lies down, cupping her hand heavily around me. In that gesture I can see how weak she is. Normally her hands are so light when she touches me. I lie with her for a while, chirping, cooing reassuringly. She whispers my name ocationally. When she's almost in dreamland I take off, and I think she smiles when she sees my white wings fluttering through the door. I'm not exactly reassured. On the contrary, I'm even more worried, but I know that I can't do anything about it. If only Pappa was here! He could help me take care of her. I perch on the cage top, feeling so very lonely.The weekend goes by. Sunday night Tinti comes out of the bedroom, fully clothed, wearing a slightly worn smile. "Hey, Pixie, thanks for watching over me this weekend. You're better than a guard dog. Now all I need is food," She walks into the bathroom and I can hear water running in there. After that she rummages through the fridge only to find ... nothing. There's tea in the cupboards but nothing more. "How .... me," Tinti wrinkles her freckly nose, "Allrigtht. I'm gonna go down to Shell to see if they have something edible down there. See ya soon, Pixie!" We make kissing sounds as she closes the door, and as she locks it I breathe a sigh of relief. The worst weekend of my life seems to finally be over. -------Pixie, my beautiful white and grey budgie stayed with me for 5 years, from October 2010 to December 2015. There were good years, and bad years, but she stayed with me through them. The story above is sorta real, it's my take on understanding Pixie during a weekend where I got very sick, most likely due to my crap immune system and the flu. I will never know for sure if she actually flew into my bedroom that evening, trying to get me up and going again or if it's a product of my fever, but in my heart I believe she did. I can still feel her little head buried beneath my cheek, so warm and fragile, trying to lift big, chubby me up in a sitting position. I think she stayed for a while, so cute when she chatted to me, like she wanted to reassure me and protect me. I'll never forget it.

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