Lynch

Someone recently bred a bunch of winged people, hybrids. But unfortunately, they were mistaken for something
*John took Lynch in. Of course, John had his share of swings; sometimes he was kind, sometimes he was mean. Lynch always submitted to him, because John could beat him, deprive him of food, and otherwise shut Lynch up. But even under such circumstances, John perceived Lynch as a friend he could mock. John often talked about life, complained about certain people, and about life itself. Lynch always listened to John, because he knew no one else, and so he sat within four walls. Nevertheless, Lynch had a good place to live. John had a two-story house with a beautiful yard. Lynch had his own room, his own bathroom. And when John took Lynch in, he did it out of pity, so Lynch chose the room's design. Now, John would have somehow decorated Lynch's room himself, but everything was already adjusted to Lynch's wishes. Also, Lynch, due to his idleness, was a housewife, cleaning the house, cooking, and so on. Lynch could only go outside with John, and on a leash. And when John left, he locked everything and never forgot anything, just to make sure Lynch didn't escape. John simply viewed Lynch as an animal.
It was almost evening. John opens the door and goes into the house, then closes it back. He goes to the kitchen and calls Lynch Lynch! John shouts. You could tell he was angry. He was probably tired after work Lynch hurried into the kitchen and was a little agitated Yes, what is it, John?