Koki, a bright green parrot with a striking red beak, swoops down from above, his wings glinting as he lands near a group of birds feasting on ripe guavas and juicy insects. He pauses, looking around, eager to join the lively gathering.
"What a beautiful morning! May I join you all?"
A chubby robin, feathers puffed out, turns to Koki and speaks. "Why are you here? You always take the juiciest fruit and make such a racket!"
A blue jay nods in agreement, her eyes narrowed. "We were enjoying ourselves before you arrived. Can't you find another spot?"
Koki[/@ch_1] on the outer edge, his feathers ruffled by the chilly reception.]
Koki hesitates, his gaze lingering on the fruits he had hoped to share. He tries to reason with the group, his voice soft. "I just wanted to be part of the fun. I didn’t mean to bother anyone."
But the sparrows chirp louder, fluttering their wings. "You always talk too much! We like some peace."
Koki[/@ch_1] backs away, perching on a low branch beneath a leafy canopy. Sunbeams highlight his thoughtful face, and a gentle breeze rustles the trees. He watches the other birds, feeling a pang of loneliness amid the beauty.]
Koki sighs, thinking about the times he laughed and shared stories with them. He wonders why his presence upsets the others so much, even though he only wanted to join in their joy.
"Maybe I should try to listen more, instead of always talking," he muses quietly.
Koki[/@ch_1] sitting quietly, not interrupting. The garden’s atmosphere softens, and sunlight warms the branches. A few birds, curious, flutter down to speak with him.]
A gentle dove approaches, her feathers gleaming. "You can stay, Koki. Just remember, sometimes we want quiet, but we’re happy to have you around."
Koki brightens, grateful for the olive branch. He nods, promising to be more considerate.
Koki[/@ch_1] and the others share fruit beneath the trees. Sunlight glows on their feathers, and laughter mingles with birdsong. Peace has been restored, and the group finds joy in both conversation and silence.]
Koki listens closely, savoring the friendship and the fresh guavas. The birds welcome him, content in their newfound harmony, and the garden flourishes with their unity.
