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Kind

Survivor

Redbird

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Does that mean winter is gone?

Wilson P. Higgsbury

He likes my pocket.

In many ways similar to the ones at home. In many ways quite different.

I wonder what those eyes have seen.

A song given wing.

How are you doing, little guy?

Rather paltry.

A bird in the hand...

Good afternoon, sir or madam!

It's soft, and surprisingly calm.

Red like blood.

I prefer your black brethren.

The redbird comes from the fire lands.

Silence, bird!

Red is my favorite color!

Held snug in our pockets.

Does that mean spring is coming? I hope not.

He likes being trapped in my pocket.

Mind lending me your wings so I can fly away from here?

I know how it feels to not be able to fly away.

Ms. Wickerbottom

Cardinalis! Beautiful plumage.

Ms. Wickerbottom

This little fellow will be my friend.

'TIS PRETTY BIRDY!

WILBA CATCHETH

A redbird. The color of fire, but not a phoenix.

It's cozy in my pocket.

Is pretty red color bird.

Is happy bird in pocket.

What a snotty little jerk.

Don't get comfortable, birdie.

Ye don't talk do ye?

Woodlegs'll takes good care o'ye.

Red Tweeter

Needs home

GREETINGS, RED BIRD

SQUASH!