Capured or not?

Well, the first thing I said was,"I don't think that's how you take care of a bird." "Of course not you fool! I have been trying to get the bird this whole time! To own the symbol of the king of the gods will give you good luck for the rest of your life." the ex-vet said. "Well, there is an eagle right behind you" I lied. "What, were?!" the ex-vet said. While his back was turned, I grabbed the sack were Zeus was. Then, I ran as fast as I could.

my new bird

"What!" I exclaimed. "That's right."the doctor said."That bird likes you so much that it won't leave you. It will probably do what you ask as well." Well, for me, that was a shock. The only pet I ever had was a dachshund. But he died at the age of 10. OK, I didn't now how to take care of a bird. "I will give you a book on how to take care of an eagle" the doctor reassured me. He must have guessed that I didn't now how to take care of any pet, let alone an eagle. "Thank you"I said, relieved. Man, that vet really helped me out. Then, he took out a bag and stuffed Zeus in it! To be continued...

4 weeks later

The bird's wing healed. So the doctor let me release him into the wild. Still, I was going to miss that bird. I had done some research, and found out that Zeus, the Greek god of lightning, was also believed to become an eagle. So, I named the bird "Zeus," since he was an eagle. I picked up Zeus and took him outside. I extended my arm so he could fly away, but he didn't. All he did was move a little so he was more comfortable on my arm. "Hey Zeus," I said"fly away already. Go were you belong." Still, he didn't move. "Zeus has grown quite attached to you." the doctor said "He won't want to leave." "So now what, I'm a bird sitter?" I asked. "No, you just have a new pet eagle." the doctor answered.