This is my owner's room, where I reside. With the same old desk and the same old interior, the only thing that changed was the decreased weight of my wings. I frantically spread my wings, but the wind produced will only dissipate disorderly under my wings. My body is that of a flightless chicken - it won't take me anywhere.

When I become hungry and want to return to my cage, the only thing I can do is to beat my wings helplessly and cry 'Ga-Ga-Gow' loudly, waiting until my owner becomes aware of me. The feeding bowl is always full, the water clean, and the cage is neat. All I can do every day is to stuff my stomach full and play with my owner. At times, however, I suddenly realise that I've been standing next to the window vacantly.