There was once a bird. Her name was Saia. She loved to fly, to feel the wind in her face. Out of all her siblings she flew the first, and the best. Saia loved the color of her feathers. She had dark teal feathers on her belly, and black wings. She loved to take baths in the stone bowls that were only around the extravagant places where the important looking people lived. She didn't mind when they watched her either. Saia got into the habit of cleaning her wings and drinking water, and put a show on for the people. She would even let them get within five feet of her, but never closer. Saia remembered what her mother taught her, she was never to let anything get too close to her because it's very dangerous. Saia learned a lot from her mother, many things that have saved Saia's life many times. Her brother and sister taught her a lot too. She missed her family, but she knew how I was. She would likely never see her family again. That made her sad, but happy because it gave her a sense of freedom. She had a happy life and she hopes it will never change.