“You! Nest!”, Markus chirped, hopping onto her arm. She had to have a nest too, right? Or something like it! He wanted to be there!
“Oh, where I sleep?” She smiles and goes to her bedroom. “Here it is. My ‘nest’.”
The bed was average, it didn’t seem to be comfortable, but she slept here every night and made it comfortable.
Markus looked around curiously, chirping. Agnes nest! It looked different from his, and it was interesting! He trilled a melody, hopping up and down. He liked it!
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