“I’m a vegetarian.” He shrugs, “Are you a bird whisperer?”

“No. But that would be nice, wouldn’t it? To know what they’re all thinking. I bet they sit up on those tall poles and pretend we’re all ants.”
[ She hops up onto a rock, making herself seem purposefully clumsy. She has a tendency to exaggerate the human facade a little bit. ]
“What’s your name?”
