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Survivor

Birdcage

Few of us can see our cages.

Must be hungry.

He is happier now.

That... is an ex-bird.

Dead? No. Just sleeping.

The emptiness is eating him from the inside out.

Ms. Wickerbottom

I do believe he has starved.

Ms. Wickerbottom

This will safely contain one avian specimen.

Ms. Wickerbottom

He's getting hungry.

Ms. Wickerbottom

He is contained.

Ms. Wickerbottom

I guess I could study the bones.

Ms. Wickerbottom

Shhhhh!

Ms. Wickerbottom

He's looking a bit malnourished.

At least he's quiet now.

Bird prison!

What's all the fuss about?

Ha! Gotcha now!

That should probably be cleaned up.

Stupid bird. Wake up!

He won't be quiet!

I think it was my turn to feed her.

That's some proper metalwork.

Hey! Is it my turn to feed the bird?

She was just a patsy.

Let's uh... just sweep that under the rug.

Why are you tired? Your life is so cushy.

This poor bird's a bag of bones.

Birdy? Are you okay?

Is home for birdies.

I hear tiny grumbles!

Hello birdy!

He is not okay.

I should be quiet!

His tiny stomach is empty!

I'm sorry. I failed you.

Where I try to make birds reform their evil ways.

I'll get you something to eat soon, buddy.

Think aboot what you've done, bird!

That's starting to smell.

They look so innocent when they dream.

He's got a hankering for some poutine!

Oh. Whoops

Needs a friend

Hungry?

Tweet! Tweet!

(sigh)

Sleep well, Tweeter

Needs food!

It seems you went and met your end.

A place where little birds are penned.