a young bravo: ah, the work week! another chance to turn personal industry into financial stability
you (a sensible child): no one yet knows the secret languages of the birds, which is the only thing that keeps their unyielding terror from crippling us under the weight of our own empathy, mudbound as we are, for if our feathered friends can’t o’ercome fear, what hope is there for we smooth discarded artifacts of flesh?