February 21. “I think it’s your turn with the story.”

But that’s not fair, Redbull. At first you hide from us. Then you creep up on us from the back and now you’re telling us you won’t tell us where you hid! At least tell us where you were hiding!

I hid in that bin. There was no way you could spot me and I, on the other hand, could see what the entire world was doing. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. B

Don’t blame us the next time we hide ourselves from you, joined in Pepper.

The five friends lived happily together, shared every morsel and kept a watch to see that the Chowdhury’s did not come after Redbull. B

And that’s exactly what happened a couple of days later. Redbull was sunning himself one afternoon when Vipul, the youngest son, saw Redbull. Aren’t you the bird who escaped from our house? He asked. What are you doing here? Come back home with me now or I’ll send some one to capture you.

Don’t do that, Vipul. Please. I like living here with my four friends and, after years, am enjoying my freedom. Don’t take that joy away from me. Don’t kill me and have me served on the dining table. B