Jett was an ordinary, happy and joyful bluebird. He was sitting on a branch watching the stars, sitting on his favorite branch. The next day, when he woke up he tried to contact his friend Jell-o because something did not seem right. There was no birds chirping. Jell-o was not at her nest, and he knew something was going down. He was curious and wanting to know what was going on. So, Jett tried finding another bird to ask for help. He looked and looked, but there was no ther bird. Soon, he felt the urge to eat. Jett soon found seeds, and his favorite, mealworms. They were by an awkward black box with bars. He was alert. His famished feeling was now unbearable, and he had to eat. He went inside the cage and grabbed a mealworm. PHOOSH! A door shut. He was startled. He ran around the cage trying to find a way to get out, but he just couldn't. Jett yelled for help. Which of course, came out as a annoying tweet. He tried pushing the door, but jett's little bluebird strength was no match. Someone heard his call for help. A red-tailed hawk circled above the trap. it swooped down and clawed the cage, over and over again. Jett fell to the corner of his cage. The hawk screeched and Jett was about to explode with scare. Then the hawk darted off. Jett was puzzled. Then he knew why, he has heard of them in birden myths. humans. The human picked up the cage and loaded it into a truck, along with all of the birds he knew, finches, robins and many other songbirds. After along trip the truck finally stopped. Jett thought the madness was over, which it wasn't. He was soon picked up by another human and stuck behind bars. again. He was so fed up. He had a brave and dark feeling. He pecked the bars of the cage over and over. Then a human with a food tray came over and slid a door open and put the food tray in. He had an idea. He slid the door open and flew out. He went berserk. His feathers became orange/red the color of fire showing his fury. He shot across the room like a comet and slammed one of his owners to the ground. He could not stop. He beat on the human. And the human got on a phone with a blood streaked face and talked to someone. And the owner ran into a closet and locked themself in. And uniformed men in blue suits bursted through the door. Pistol shots flew in the house. And the bluebird hit the barrel of the pistol and it flew back and shot one of the men. Jett was amazed at this device. He grabbed it and with the push of a button police officers fell down allover the place and with that came loud ringing gunshots. His work was done. It was all over. 

epilogue: He soon rescued all the other birds that were with him in the truck

The Moral is: Don't Buy, Adopt