Toucans are neat, interesting animals. What's bad about toucans is that they have too big of beaks for life, and those awful black feathers. Black ain't my favorite color. I may have black on my fur, but when I was born, I was stuck with some black. I like toucans, but I'm just saying they're too much trouble. If you don't know what I mean, read this and see if you'll think twice about an average toucan.
The story begins when my family went to an indoor public birdhouse. It's as big as a normal building, and it's just like a zoo, only it's just birds. And they allowed dogs believe it or not. So I got to go to the public birdhouse. If you were REALLY lucky, you could go into an exhibit that a certain bird was in. My family was lucky enough to go inside an exhibit with 6 toucans. The names were Squawk, Longbeak, George, Willie, Tropical, and Lindsay. I went to look at Willie.
He didn't have too many feathers on his head. He didn't make too much noise. He seemed to like me. I liked him in return. I think Willie wanted to go home with me, but I told him he couldn't go and if the staff found out he was gone, he would be in severe trouble. But then I looked at Willie's eyes. A tear escaped my eye. I couldn't help it. I told Willie he could come with me to my house as long as nobody found out he was missing. Willie seemed to agree with me but I wasn't sure what he was saying.
So, when my family got home from the Birdhouse, I hid Willie in the closet. He hid behind a pile of stuff in the closet. Madison went in the closet and found Willie. "Madison, don't tell mom that that bird is in the house!" I begged. "What is this thing doing in the closet anyway?" said Madison. "He wanted to come home with me!" I said. "Lucy, you can't keep him forever!" said Madison. While Madison and I were complaining, Willie flew away loose in the house. It took me less than five seconds to see Willie was loose in the house. Madison noticed too. "Look what you've done now Lucy," Madison said," a toucan is loose in the house! We let geckos loose in the house, and Sahara almost died!" I thought about it. I decided Madison was right. I had to catch Willie before it was too late.
Willie didn't make too much noise since I told him not to earlier so this could be more complicated than I thought. "Get that toucan!" I said. Madison found a black feather trail. The trail led to my sister's doll house. Willie was on the doll house roof. I jumped for him and missed. Madison tried to catch him as well, but she failed. Willie must think Madison and I were playing a game of tag, but this was no game!
With a toucan loose in the house, anything could happen. I saw Willie fly to my brother's desk. "Get off!"I said. Madison and I dove for that bird, but Willie dodged our attacks. He then made a loud squawking noise. "I thought I just heard a toucan!" My Dad said. My dad grew up in the South American amazons, so I'm pretty sure he's familiar with any toucan noise. "Must be hearing things!" Dad said. "Close one!" Madison said. Willie flew into the kitchen. Madison and I followed him. Willie landed on the top of a cabinet in the kitchen.
"Madison, go!" I said. Madison climbed all the way to where Willie was perched. Madison grabbed that bird, but she wasn't strong enough, and Willie escaped Madison's wraths. Willie flew toward the back door and it opened. He flew outside. I managed to get a photo but that was it.
I cried. Willie was gone. He was like a friend. Madison noticed how sad I was and she told me it wasn't the end of the world. I hugged Madison. My tears sent Madison damply covered in water. Madison left to where I was crying and returned 20 minutes later with a box. "Here's a gift for you so you won't be all sad about Willie anymore!" Madison said.
I stopped crying and opened up that box. It was a statue. It looked a lot like Willie. "Thanks Madison, I still miss Willie, but this makes me know he's okay." I said. I hugged Madison. I did get teased when Mojo saw me, but thats what friends in the same family do when happy. Sometimes, I stare into the staue's eyes, and think that Willie is better off in the wild anyway.
Madison was right. You can't keep a toucan forever.
I'll just never forget the day, the only day, when I got to see my newest friend, Willie, the toucan.
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