It's so Hard to Be a Sculptor

I am an eagle. Although I was abandoned since I was a child and became a lonely egg, I was lucky that a human picked me up and raised me. That's right, he is my shit-sweeper. Although my shit shovel is bald and featherless, I don't think he is ugly. His life basically revolves around serving me. Although he beeps endlessly in my ear every day, I choose to tolerate it. After all, I still expect him to cook, feed, groom, bathe, tease me, shovel poop, and care for my paws... And I just need to stay there, eat and die, and be a carefree salted fish. I know a lot of information from his babbling. Ah~ It turns out that I am the son of the sky. But this carefree life was broken by an outsider. I thought that living alone would still be a happy life, but I was wrong. His target is my shit shoveling officer. Despite my outsmarting him, he got his way. And he was also allowed to share the same card with the shit shovel officer... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.