Emm, I'm Moon, you now, very nice to meet you again!

In this holiday, my bird-----Jimmy flew up in a big tree.

Jimmy has lot of beautiful feather, some time I said:"Gryffindor!" or "Slytherin!"

We couldn't catch it, very bad, but at the last Jimmy came back, in our house.

JIMMY IS A BIRD.

I think you mast to now it, right?

A man can't fly up a tree.