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Elara loved Nigel, her bright green parrot. Nigel could say seventy-four different things, but his favorite was, "Home is where the treats are!" They lived in a cheerful little house surrounded by gardens.
Nigel Finds His Way Back
Meet Nigel, a bright green parrot who knows seventy-four words and believes that 'Home is where the treats are!' When a summer breeze carries him far from his beloved Elara, he embarks on an unexpected adventure through forests and rivers. Join Nigel as he discovers that no matter how exciting the world may be, nothing compares to the warmth of home and the joy of a friend who never stopped waiting.
Story Pages
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One breezy summer morning, Nigel perched high on the open window sill. The world outside smelled like blueberries and adventure. He flapped his wings—just a little test flight—and suddenly, a big gust of wind scooped him up, up, and away!
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Elara searched everywhere. She called his name: "Nigel! Home is where the treats are!" But only the gentle summer air answered her back. Weeks turned into seasons, and seasons turned into years. Elara missed her talking friend terribly.
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Nigel didn't mean to stay away, but the forest was full of fascinating new noises and delicious new bugs. He met flocks of non-talking birds who only knew how to squawk. He learned how to balance on giant leaves to drink dew.
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Years flew by like swift clouds. Nigel learned new songs, but sometimes, when the wind whistled just right, he heard a faint memory: a small girl's voice saying, "Home is where the treats are!" He felt a strange pull in his chest.
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Nigel realized that even the tastiest jungle bug couldn't replace the warm joy of Elara's voice. He missed their house, the sunny window, and those seventy-four specific words he knew. It was time to fly home.
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He flew over rushing rivers and tall metal roads. Finally, one chilly afternoon, he saw it: a small, colorful garden and a familiar house with a cheerfully painted blue door. It looked smaller than he remembered, but exactly right.
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Elara, now nearly grown, was watering her small patch of marigolds. She didn't look up, too focused on making sure her flowers drank enough water before winter.
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Nigel landed gently on the back fence. He took a deep breath. Would she remember him? He opened his beak and let out the one phrase he knew always worked. "Home is where the treats are!"
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Elara dropped her watering can. She turned slowly and saw her green friend. "Nigel!" she whispered, running over. He flew straight onto her shoulder. He was home. And of course, she immediately brought him seventy-four sunflower seeds.