Those Years I Spent Raising Dazai

Hello, everyone. My name is Dmitri, and I'm a parrot. Before I even hatched, a bird seller sold me to the person who is now my dad. Here are some heartwarming moments from my life with Dad. "Dad! I want berries! I want berries!" the gray parrot squawked, its chest covered in gray down puffed out proudly. Its owner, a sickly young man in a furry hat, corrected it in a pale, listless voice. "You can eat berries, but you can't call me Dad. Do you understand, Dmitri?" "Squawk! Don't understand, squawk, don't understand! Dad, Dad!" The parrot named Dmitri kept making a racket until a hand stuffed a red berry into its beak. It tried to keep squawking, but the owner of the hand gave it no chance, feeding it a whole plate of berries. Satisfied after eating the whole plate, the parrot finally quieted down. It burrowed into the other person's thick clothes and soon fell asleep. Fyodor sighed. He was so fed up with this noisy, clingy African gray parrot, but he couldn't just abandon it. Could someone explain why, as soon as he got his hands on the [Book], it turned into a parrot egg? And it had to be the kind of parrot that was best at mimicking speech. It chattered and squawked all day, secretly followed him around, and even copied his words during meetings! The most ridiculous thing was that, perhaps because the parrot had once been the [Book], it could actually speak things into reality! . The African gray parrot is said to be the smartest parrot in the world, and is supposed to be incredibly good at mimicking speech. Fyodor could confirm that this was true. At a meeting of the [Rats in the House of the Dead], Fyodor said, "Our next move is..." Suddenly, a voice almost identical to his interrupted him. "...Take the owner of the nut factory hostage! Get Dmitri the most delicious nuts!" Gogol: "...Fedya, what are you talking about?" Fyodor: "...My bird is talking." A gray parrot stood proudly on his shoulder. No one knew when it had gotten there. It rubbed its beak against him. "Squawk! Dmitri wants nuts! Wants nuts!" P.S. The protagonist is a parrot who is very good at playing dumb, likes to quack like a duck, and can turn into a human. This story is about the father-son bond between the protagonist and Fyodor (crossed out). Is this sort of a half-parenting story? Click to see doting father Fedya (not really). Everyone has their own interpretation of the characters, so please forgive any OOC. The pairing is set: Fyodor. The romance only starts after the kid is an adult. Before then, it's purely familial affection. Here's a recommendation for my completed story. Give it a look if you're interested: How to Raise a Six-Eyed Transcendent Theme: I want you to be happy. Everything else is secondary.