In the bus, a mother and her daughter talk:
Why does Kesha want to run out of the cage all the time?
He wants freedom. He is bored in a cage and wants to fly.
He didn’t fly, I saw it. He nodded onto the couch, knelt your flower, and back into the cage. Today I am asking again. Why Why? He is fed, sung, bathed and eaten, I clean it myself.
- Well, our Kesha is a poppy boy, they are all... e-e-e... *stunnedly* freedom-loving, khm-khm.
He does not want to fly, but to squeeze! You know, mom, once the cat is like that, I will release it forever, and I will close the cage, here! Mom... Mom, what, the boys are all like that?
Mommy notices that I am listening, and quickly redens:
–...
And Dad too?
– Well... E-E-E, our daddy is not a puppy.
And the victorious look at me turned away!