He watched the birds flying over head. He wished he could do that. Fly to freedom, I mean. He had hurt himself trying. He called to the birds to wait 'cause he would be up there soon.
He sat back on the porch steps. Just a sprain. Once that healed he would be back up there. He sipped his lemonade and watched the last little birdie flitter back. He went in the house for a refill.
When he came back TONS of birds were speeding over his small little house. "I'll join you in awhile." He said, streching his wings.