and no, still not my sketch…
Translated…
That day we came in, we’d immediately sensed, that something was up with the cat, it’s like, she had something in her mouth. We took a closer look, it was, a sparrow, thankfully, my mother was very quick, she’d tricked and scolded the cat, to get her, to drop the bird. But because we don’t have a bird cage in the house, we’d temporarily placed the injured bird into a transparent teapot without the lid, and placed some food and water into the teapot, so it could, recuperate.
At first, the sparrow only squatted, and we couldn’t figure out if it had, hurt its wings or its feet, so we can just, watch for any changes. After a short while, the bird became more and more alive, it can already eat. By the afternoon hours, it was, struggling, to break free.
This filled-with-zest move had us all going, we’d immediately, took it outside, and, it seemed, that the bird also, felt the wind too, felt the air current, in a blink of an eye, it’d, flown, to god knows where. We were, very happy for it, for being okay, and we’d gotten a deeper understanding, that rather than having an easy life, that sparrow chose the world outside, without a flinch, that was, its choice, and we humans, should respect it, instead of, stripping it of its rights to be free.
Later on, I’d told the cat over and over again, to NOT go on her hunts anymore, and I’d made up my mind, that next time if something similar happens, I must be on high alert, to not allow the cat’s nature, to destroy the right of life of any other critters.
And so, because that bird is destined to be free, it’s not domesticated, it’d longed, for the outside world, kinda like how we’re all drawn, toward being free, and, from this observation, this person learned an important lesson in life: to respect ALL living things, allowing the animals to make their own decisions and choices, and that we humans shouldn’t take anything that’s not ours, into our own hands, for control’s sake, even IF it’s what we think is the best for the living organism.