Christine

The car pulled into the drive way and turned off with a turn of the key. Christine stepped out of the car and into the sunlight of the late afternoon. She walked around to the other side of the car and removed the cage with Poco in it. "Did you enjoy the trip?" She asked the macaw. She gathered the food up with her other hand as best she could and carried them into the house.

"Evelyn?" She called out for her sister as soon as she walked into the door. There was the sound of loud pop music coming from behind a closed door to the right of the hallway as her answer. Christine walked farther into the house, to her living room, and set the cage down on the coffee table. She opened the cage door and offered her arm to the bird. "C'mon Poco, I'll give you the tour."

Poco

Poco bobbed her head as she was carried into the house. "Deseas un poco de fruta?" -Do you want some fruit?- She said to Christine, cocking her head. Saying that to her old owner always got her a tasty treat. She stepped out onto the woman's arm. "Who's here?" She squawked.

Christine

Chritine smiled as the bird talked. "I don't really understand spanish, but you are very cute!" She gave the bird a nut.

She walked toward the kitchen, stroking the birds soft feathers as she spoke. "I'm Christine, your new owner, and this is your new home." She entered the kitchen. "You're going to be in here most of the time, or out in the living room. I don't want you to get lonely."

Poco

Poco squawked and ate the nut gratefully. She loved any form of affection, but being given food was her favorite. She seemed to understand Christine as she spoke, as she watched the human and listened intently.

Christine

Christine continued around the kitchen, giving Poco another nut. She moved back into the living room and down the hall toward the room with pop music coming from it. "That's my sister's room; her name is Evelyn. She's caught up in the teenage thing right now, so she's not exactly the most fun person to be around."

Poco

Poco happily took the nut and ate it. She looked around her new home with bright eyes. When she heard the music, she whistled and bobbed her head up and down.

Chritine and Evelyn

Chritine knocked on the white door and waited patiently. The music stopped abruptly and there was a muffled sigh from within. "What." The tone of the teen was annoyed, she didn't like to be interrupted.

"Come out here, I have someone I want you to meet." Christine replyed, she'd obviously done this before.

"It better not be another one of your dorky friends." Evelyn said as she opened the door. She stopped short, however, when her brown eyes fell on Poco. "You got a bird! Wow! It's so pretty! What's it's name?" Her attitude had done a complete 360 in about... two seconds.

Christine stroked the bird's head. "Can you tell her your name, huh, sweetie?"

Poco

Poco listened curiously to the younger girl, cocking her head. She bobbed up and down excitedly when Evelyn opened the door. She had no idea what the girls were saying, but she thought she would be polite and say something back. "Hola!" She exclaimed.

Chritine and Evelyn

The two girls laughed. "Her name is Hola?" Evelyn asked when she was done.

"No, her name is Poco. But that was very good. Here's a treat." She gave Poco a peanut.

"Can I hold her?" Evelyn asked excitedly. Christine hesistated.

"If you'll be very careful. I don't want her to get hurt."

"I will, I promise."

"Okay then. Hold out your arm." Evelyn did as she was told, and Christine closed the gap to a distance that the bird to step across.

Poco

Poco cocked her head when the girls laughed. Something must be funny, but the bird didn't know what. She gratefully took the peanut and ate it.

She stepped onto Evelyn's arm when she knew she was supposed to. "Buen día a ti!" She exclaimed.

Chritine and Evelyn

Evelyn smiled as the bird stepped onto her arm. "She's so heavy!" She whispered excitedly. She was afraid to pet the bird, least the macaw tried to bite her with the massive beak she possessed. "Does she only speak Spanish?"

"Yeah. She should learn English soon enough, if we talk to her a lot."

Evelyn soon looked worried. "What about Kimba?" The fat cat had feral blood in her, and she loved to hunt things.

Christine thought for a moment. "Well, I'm going to put her up high, and Kimba can't climb to save her life. She should be fine."