Where am I? was all Polly Van Buren could think. I had been in the studio, at my place on the newsdesk, and now I'm here. But where is here?
Was it a prison? It was a strange one. There were bars all around her, and a curtain outside the bars. It was dark and she could hardly see. Was she on top of a log? There was a mirror, but it was too dark to see her reflection.
Suddenly, the curtain was pulled aside! No, it was pulled up and off of the bars. Polly was startled to see, outside of the bars ...
"A giant!" she screamed. Her voice sounded strange.
"No," said the giant, a red-haired woman. "It's just me, Molly. Where'd you learn that word, Gabby?"
"I'm not Gabby. My name is Polly!"
"Where are you getting that from. Polly is the last thing I would name you. It's just too cliche for a parrot!"
"A parrot? What do you mean ... " Then Polly finally saw her reflection in the mirror. And she screamed -- no squawked again. "I'm a parrot! I'm a parrot!"
She wanted to cry, but tears wouldn't come out of her new eyes.
