"Be good. Mommy will come and fetch you in a while." Shen Yin stroked her son's head and, ignoring his objections, closed the door.
The baby eagle scratched the floorboard and ripped out a few shreds of wood with his claws as he let out ear-piercing screeches. Then, he proceeded to leave his mark on the door.
Screech screech screech! [Want to lock me up with a door?!]
Screech. [There's still the window.]
The baby eagle looked at the glass window facing the road and, moving his slender legs, tottered over with his chubby body and pushed open the window with his claws.
It's that smelly maternal grandfather again! Every time he was here, Mommy would be upset. He had to go comfort his mommy.
