The two children woke up early and walked around the Stewart's house.
Their ability to adapt was far beyond what Shirley had expected. They lived happily in a completely unfamiliar environment, just like the little masters of the Stewart's house.
"What are you two little guys doing? Why didn't you say good morning to me when you got up?"
Shirley found that they were standing next to the yellow fruit tree in front of the villa and looking up at the treetops with their feet on the ground.
"Mommy, come quickly. Look, the birdies must be hungry. They are shouting all the time, and their mouths are wide open!"
Alisha hurriedly ran toward Shirley, pulled her hand, and pointed to the four little birds in the nest. Alisha was worried.
"Squeak! Squeak!"
In the nest, four little birds that had just grown some hair made weak and helpless sounds.