When coming to, there is a room. It is small, rectangular, and unfitting for most guests, which you assume, given you are tied faced down on a floor, you are not.

Hacking out the floor grime that snuck into your mouth while unconscious, you notice that your hands and feet are bound tightly behind you. Immediately, you struggle, and are met with a mildly distressing crackling sound and incredible discomfort in your taut joints, causing you to stop. Vision still foggy and head angled uncomfortably from its perch on the concrete floor, you see a blurry, rectangular construct at eye level, outlined with what appears to be wooden framings. And is that...movement?

A window!

Excited by the prospect of an exit, you fight your instinct to run over (your bindings don't feel like any rope you know of and are oddly earthy smelling; what is this made of?) and think through how you could get over before your sight clears, and you see what is really in front of you: a red parrot in a box-like cage.

It studies you intently from behind the thin walls of its cardboard cell before shifting itself upright, readying itself to speak.

"Polly wants a peanut."