In one family there lived a parrot named Kesha. He was very beautiful: a green breast, a little yellow head, little black feathers, a large gray beak and little black bead-like eyes.
His owners nicknamed him Kesha the Grumbler: no matter what they did, he didn't like anything at all. Either the seeds tasted bad, or the swing was too small, or the blanket on the cage was cold, or the bell was too quiet...
One fine morning the owners let the grumbling parrot out onto the balcony to fly around and stretch his wings, while they themselves began to puzzle over how to re-educate the bird. They decided to hide everything that was in the cage: the house, toys, food...
The parrot flew into the room and started his dissatisfied song again:
It's cold on the balcony and the rope is poorly stretched.
The owners went out onto the balcony, and there the sun was smiling with its bright rays and giving warmth. They were once again convinced that the bird was simply being capricious and went to the kitchen to have lunch.
Kesha's appetite was also awakened, he flew into his beautiful large cage, and it was empty! There were no bowls with seeds, no swings, no house, no mirror and none of his favorite toys.
The parrot was surprised and became sad. He began to remember how much he liked his food, the mirror in which he admired his beauty, his favorite toys.
After thinking it over carefully, Kesha decided to ask his family for forgiveness, because they really loved him very much.
The owners forgave the parrot, and he never grumbled again and appreciated what he had.
