Do you see the little bird that is sitting on the fence? He looks innocent enough. He doesn't sing or dance on his perch, but look at his wings ruffle in irritation! What do you mean? Of course he's irritated. Look at his little friends - not far off - flitting in and out of the greenery. He's not amused by any of it. His beak's held high and his beady eyes scorn their delight. Soon enough he'll leave the fence in agitation. Their chirps or the rustling of the leaves will bother his head or something like that... see there, he's off in a tizzy! His sudden flight startled them... look, the group has broken up and hidden in the bush. Don't worry, they'll be back to their play in no time.
It doesn't matter to them that he's bothered. He's probably on the hunt for less happy companions anyway... some feathered fiends more apt to heed his judgment. Ones that will feel his contempt and react to it. It'll only last a little while, though. Then he'll leave huffy again only to receive the same response elsewhere. It'll take a while I guess, but eventually he'll realize he's alone.
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