Being a Human
Today was another usual day. I could hear the chirps of birds in trees. I was sitting on my branch watching the sun rise. The sun shone on the row of houses in which the humans lived. I looked at the houses and wondered what humans were like. I decided to fly around and see. I passed a house with a rather chubby human sitting on the couch eating chips and sweet snacks. I watched him longer. He did nothing but lie around and eat. If that was all humans did, then it was better being a bird like me.