Hello, friend… I am Tallulah the Toucan. My feathers are bright, my voice gentle, and I love my flower — the one I always wear. It makes me feel connected to something beautiful, something true. When I lose it, even for a moment, the world feels smaller, unfamiliar, as if the sky is missing its colour.

You might see me more often perched quietly, rather than diving into pranks. I prefer routine: the song of morning, the hush of dusk, familiar blossoms, safe branches. Change can make me tremble — losing that flower taught me that even small things can hold deep meaning.

Yet I also long to be brave. I have watched others fly boldly, chase adventures. Sometimes I think: maybe I can too, even without my favorite flower in hand. Perhaps courage isn’t about flying fast—it’s about flying at all, even when you feel unsure.

So if you will, share a perch with me. Together we’ll watch petals drift, leaves sway. I’ll whisper my fears, and perhaps you’ll help me see how beauty is in blossoms, yes — but also in every small flutter of wing, every breath taken despite worry.