Her eyes grew dark as she watched his reaction. Why was he not disgusted? Why wasn't he gawking at her like the rest? This young man laying on his back, intrigued her. She looked around and whispered, "Do you not know the master? How stupid are you?" She smiled in disbelief. It was only curiousity like the rest. He would eventually pay no mind to her. She spit in his direction to show her hatred for all human kind. They were all disgusting filth. She crawled back over to her spot in the cage and curled up. One wing wretched itself around her. It didn't fit in the small cage. The feathers stuck out of the cage. Bald spot shown at the top of the wing, where people ripped feathers out and made mocking imitations or spat at her and told her she was worthless and couldn't do anything about it. Scum.