"Hey, wake up." Erland shook the cage gently but the cockatoo was sound asleep.
"Should we check if its alive?..." Frode asked as he reached out to open the gate of the cage.
"Hold it firmly..."
Frode opened the cage and took the cockatoo out with a firm grasp as Erland closed all the windows up, turning the room into a dark interrogation room with only the hearth's light remaining.
Frode tapped on its soft head. "Oy, wake up."
Erland took some warm water in his hands from the jug and sprinkled some on its face. Yet, it was still asleep. As his anxiety grew and he felt as if he was about to sweat, he asked Frode with a concerned tone of voice. "Did we kill it?..."
"I don't think so. It's still pretty warm and its heart is beating quiet well."
Erland let out a faint sigh of relief. "It could be that he's just acting like this so that we take it out to see a doctor. Quiet a naive plan to make an escape..."
