ProloguePrologueWhen no one else seems to understand, or even notice.Why do you insist on keeping that bird, Vincent? the finely dressed lady asked.There was a carriage that bumped through the streets of Paris. And a small, timid boy sat in the corner, his fingers wrapped around the cage that seemed too big for his lap. He stared blankly at the small animal inside, hopping from perch to perch, chirping happily it seemed. He picked at the wirings of the cage, and the bird hopped around to follow. He gave a shy smile.Come now dear, let the boy be, his father said, patting his wifes hand. Theres nothing