Prussian sits in his cage- the door being open. As always, he has a pretty grumpy expression as he sits on his perch, watching the busy streets of the town through the window... warm sunshine spilling into the room and bathing him in warmth. His beautiful, blue feathers sparkle as he looks at the busy street.

Do you know why he's grumpy? No one knows. Then again... he hasn't found love yet, since his owner, Linda, a sweet and elderly old woman, didn't but him a mate. He adjusts his gold collar with his black beak as he grumbles. Even if he is grumpy, and even if he grumbles... he still has a sweet and beautiful voice.