Up to now I never really enjoyed having a shower. I've had my showers about twice a week because Jan insisted on it, but it never was my favorite activity. Until today! Perhaps the reason was that it was a beautiful warm spring day, but this morning I could hardly wait when Jan filled the spray bottle. It was such a nice game, jumping in and out the spray, squeaking with joy. I couldn't get enough of it. In the end I got so wet that I was twice as heavy. I wasn't even able to fly anymore!
I had a major panic attack! Jan and Sophia continued where they left off yesterday: they took me in the car again, closed the door (gently) and Jan started the car. Boy, was I scared. I tried to fly through the car window, to the back seat and on the front mirror. Finally, I crept under Sophia's arm and stayed there, panting. I hate the car. It messes up all my feathers.