This story has nothin coralating towards my other davy story, completely different plot and au of the daycare kids. Also i will be bring Thomas and Director back because... idk they were funny.

k bai :D

Morning Birds ~ Dave's Point of View

Ughhhhhh... why do the birds have to be sooooo loud at this time.... I laid in my academy dorm bed, trying to fall back asleep through the stupid bird noises. suddenly, my window burst open and a yellow bird shot right through, hitting the closed door and dropping to the ground, that caught my attention.

I tossed my covers off of me and walked on the cold wooden floor towards the poor bird, I crouched over them and looked at them, their chest was moving in a really unhealthy speed. My crouch fell and I sat on the floor, staring down at the life-form, I laid on my back and found that the blanket I was sleeping with was falling off of my mattress. I grabbed onto is and dragged it towards me, wrapping both me and bird in it's contents.

An hour passed and i had put both of us on my bed, a spare bandana also next to the bird to warm them since my room is one of the coldest dorms in this entire school. i felt the wild bird begin rustling around in its make-shift nest, i turned over to them, staring into their small greenish black brown eyes who were filled with fear. i placed my hands next to their wings (them staying frozen in place) and raised them off the ground, "ey, your safe" i whispered gently and stroked their soft feathers.

it was school hours, i knew that this bird understood english some how and had agreed to stay till he was good as well as coming with me to classes. I was stopped by Ryan, "Hey Dave, my buddy, my man... why do you have a bird with you?" he asked, staring at my slightly trembling bird on my shoulder. I held my index finger for him as he stepped cautiously while still staring Ryan in his eyes directly, "well this buddy flew into my room and hurt his tail feathers & wings from the impact or crashing into both my window and door" I explained to him, he nodded probably not believing me but it was his loss.

A lot of the students seemed interested in my feathered friend but he didn't move from me, some tried to get close to me by sitting on my chair's back or armrests but my friend only seemed to fly off to the chandler. in the end, i learned that he knew how to read and the alphabet, i asked him what his name was and he hopped onto the letters on the page.

D - A - N - N - Y

huh... same name as my... best friend... where did my duck go?

I will start writing the next chapter later, i'm lazy