Bird: he, Heron, did you ever talk with Stick?
Heron: oh yes, the issues he has! He disturbs the fish when he comes, and I have to go elsewhere when he is done, but he is funny and he does not seem wicked.
Bird: it is true, he seems harmless, but he reminds me of human, so be careful. He also asked me many questions and I do not understand why he cannot simply live.
Heron: it is in his nature I guess, he wants to know everything before making a decision. Yet he should only follow his instinct. Human are like that too, but they are a cursed kind I believe, never satisfied, never quiet. I would pity them if they were not so bad.
Bird: Heron, I'll tell you a secret about human: sing for them, they 'll give you seeds, especially in winter.
Heron: So they have qualities? It is good to know. The problem with that is that I sing badly and I do not like seeds. Do you think they would have fish?
Bird: that, I do not know, the feeders are too small anyway, and you're too big to perch on them. And your song, you're right, is not very harmonious.
Heron: Bird, mind your language, my beak is fast and powerful, I could easily cut your whistle if you make fun of me.
Bird: you're too slow, Heron, you'll never catch me! See you now, I leave you to your thoughts.
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