neonthewrite:

He learned a lot, when the giant deigned to actually answer him. He learned what plastic was, how TVs and cars worked, and what it meant to have a “job.” Bowman had left his entire world behind and traded it in for one completely alien to him.

He never even had a chance to really stretch his wings.

The human took him out of the plastic cage once or twice to add containers of food and water. More often than not, one or both wings were squished into a fist. It didn’t matter how much he squirmed and fidgeted, he was always wrapped in a hand so he couldn’t fly around the enormous human dwelling.