<Rio Nico X Reader>

>Prologue< Real In Rio

~<3rd Person's POV>~

  A yellow finch chirps in the jungle, perching on a branch, having a wonderful sight of Rio. It flew off, swaying gracefully from branch to branch with open wings. Flying into the log with multiple holes as other small finches popped out from the holes, between the parakeets as they poked their heads out, and off to the disguised bananas, which seemed to be Black-mandibled Toucans huddled together. Heads peeked out from their nest holes.  The Black-mandibled came out from the tree holes, doing a line dance. Long necks curved and danced to the beat. Colourful birds swung their wings as a random red bird dances backwards. More birds came and sang along with the others, a mother bird was just bobbing her head and her eggs literally grew feet and ran off without her, "Hey!" The same random red bird flying away, alerting the peaceful pink flamingoes who were resting. Birds that acted like gorillas somehow used their wings and hit their chest, which somehow also made drum noises. Birds dramatically landed on branches,

All the birds of a feather,

They all sung as they dance in joy,

Do what they love most of all.

The red macaws flapped their wings in sync, flying down.

We are the best at rhythm and laughter,

They formed a colourful flower,

That's why we love carnival.

They flew off, the other birds were celebrating as if it was paradise in the jungle.

All so free we can sing to,

The eggs who escaped from their mother bumped into each other and cracked, dancing in happiness.

Sun and beaches, they call.

Dance to the music, passion and love.

The parrots surrounded a tree, flying in a narrow line.

Show us the best you can do.

The hole inside sat a baby Spix's Macaw and yellow canary, who was sleeping in peace.

Everyone here is on fire,

The little Spix's Macaw was awaken by the music, and basically their tail moving and dancing, the yellow canary was looking at the Spix's Macaw.

Get up and join in the fun!

The Spix's Macaw stood up on its little feet and moved a little out from their hole, the yellow canary followed the Spix's Macaw, watching the ceremony.

Dance with a stranger, romance and danger.

The red macaws glided in the air, the Spix's Macaw and yellow canary was dancing with the other birds who were awaken from their sleep in their holes.

Magic can happen for real in Rio.

The Black-mandibled swung from each side with a long vine.

All by itself (itself).

Two birds circled each other in harmony, both the babies in the hole amazed.

You can't see it coming.

A Golden Conure mother throws down some of her kids.

You can't find it anywhere else.

The kids managed to fly up, flapping their small golden-green wings with their mother.

It's real in Rio, know something else (something else).

You can feel it happen, you can feel it all by yourself.

A net sprang onto the two red macaws that were flying towards the yellow canary and the Spix's Macaw, both the babies were frightened. Another two birds flew into a trap, locking themselves up in a cage. The flamingoes that were once in the water were taken away, the yellow finch from before was caught in a net. The last remaining Black-mandibled toucans from the branches flew away to flee. The other birds also fled, leaving the poor canary and Spix's Macaw standing, the canary fell and accidentally pulled the Spix's Macaw with them, hopelessly falling into the leaves. When the canary and Spix's Macaw poked their tiny heads out, a cage landed on them, dragging them to an airplane as it flew away.