Q1.
In the story, you read how the parrot tricked the merchant into releasing it but the story does not end here. Use your imagination to complete the parrot’s story.
After escaping from the golden cage, the parrot decided to fly away…
Answer
How to write this, step by step:
- Start where the book stops. Copy the given line — “After escaping from the golden cage, the parrot decided to fly away…” — and go straight on from there.
- Answer three questions in your story: Where did the parrot go? Whom did it meet? What happened in the end?
- Bring back the forest parrot. That friend saved its life. A reader will be very glad to meet it again.
- Give the story one problem to solve. A story without a problem is only a list of things. And let the parrot solve it by thinking, because that is what this parrot is famous for.
- Use joining words — first, then, after that, at last, finally.
- Keep one tense. The chapter is written in the past tense, so stay in the past tense: flew, sat, said, thought.
- Finish in about ten to fifteen sentences. End on a picture, not on a lesson.
What a good answer must contain: the parrot’s journey · the meeting with its friend · one difficulty · a clever way out of it · a clear ending.
Sample answer:
The Wise Parrot — what happened next
After escaping from the golden cage, the parrot decided to fly away… It flew higher and higher, over the merchant’s rooftop, over the village pond, over the fields of mustard. The wind felt cool under its wings. For the first time in its life it did not turn back at a wall of gold.
By evening it reached the great forest. It called out once, and from a tall silk-cotton tree a green head came out. It was the very parrot who had dropped from the branch like a stone. “So you understood my message,” said the friend, laughing. “Come, this branch is yours.”
The days that followed were the happiest of the parrot’s life. It learnt to open a wild guava with its beak, to find water in a hollow of a rock, and to sleep with one eye half open. Its friends loved its stories, because none of them had ever seen the inside of a rich man’s house.
Then, one hot afternoon, a bird-catcher came into the forest. He spread a fine net over the fruit tree and scattered sweet grain under it. Two young parrots flew down at once and were caught. They screamed and beat their wings, and the net only pulled tighter.
The wise parrot did not fly at the net. It remembered the golden cage, and it remembered what had opened it. “Do not struggle,” it called. “Lie still. Do not move a feather.” The young ones went limp. When the bird-catcher came back, he found two still bodies in his net. He clicked his tongue, muttered, “Dead birds fetch nothing,” and shook them out on the grass. The moment he turned away, the two parrots stood up and shot into the sky like green arrows.
That night the whole flight sat together on one broad branch. “You have saved us,” said the young ones. The parrot shook its head. “A friend once saved me the same way,” it said, and looked at the parrot on the next branch. “I am only passing it on.”
And from that day the parrots of that forest were never caught again — because every young bird was taught two things before it learnt to fly: how to find water, and how to lie perfectly still.
After escaping from the golden cage, the parrot decided to fly away… It flew higher and higher, over the merchant’s rooftop, over the village pond, over the fields of mustard. The wind felt cool under its wings. For the first time in its life it did not turn back at a wall of gold.
By evening it reached the great forest. It called out once, and from a tall silk-cotton tree a green head came out. It was the very parrot who had dropped from the branch like a stone. “So you understood my message,” said the friend, laughing. “Come, this branch is yours.”
The days that followed were the happiest of the parrot’s life. It learnt to open a wild guava with its beak, to find water in a hollow of a rock, and to sleep with one eye half open. Its friends loved its stories, because none of them had ever seen the inside of a rich man’s house.
Then, one hot afternoon, a bird-catcher came into the forest. He spread a fine net over the fruit tree and scattered sweet grain under it. Two young parrots flew down at once and were caught. They screamed and beat their wings, and the net only pulled tighter.
The wise parrot did not fly at the net. It remembered the golden cage, and it remembered what had opened it. “Do not struggle,” it called. “Lie still. Do not move a feather.” The young ones went limp. When the bird-catcher came back, he found two still bodies in his net. He clicked his tongue, muttered, “Dead birds fetch nothing,” and shook them out on the grass. The moment he turned away, the two parrots stood up and shot into the sky like green arrows.
That night the whole flight sat together on one broad branch. “You have saved us,” said the young ones. The parrot shook its head. “A friend once saved me the same way,” it said, and looked at the parrot on the next branch. “I am only passing it on.”
And from that day the parrots of that forest were never caught again — because every young bird was taught two things before it learnt to fly: how to find water, and how to lie perfectly still.
Why this ending works: It uses the very same idea as the chapter — thinking beats struggling — but the parrot is now the one who gives the idea instead of receiving it. That makes the new story feel like a true part of the old one, not a different story stuck on the end.
Other endings you could write: the parrot flies back one day to sing outside the merchant’s window, and the merchant understands at last and never buys another bird · the parrot finds its own family after many years · the parrot teaches a caged mynah in the next village the same trick.