The Tangle nereo

He fluttered in midair, suspended a few breaths away as his drab companion shrieked her ire. Ooooops! Louis fell a few meters, buoyed only by the upward thrust of his wings. His beak clacked and he chirped with mirth "RUDE BIRD, RUDE BIRD!" Following after Itsy, Louis landed on the same branch. His weight was enough to sag the thin limb, which bowed under his weight. Swaying in place, Louis tilted his head and slid up the branch towards Itsy with gentle trills.

Louis was delighted with how his prank had gone, but Itsy seemed sad. Hmm. Louis hadn't intended to make her sad. Sad birds were not as fun as rude birds. He cocked his head rapidly from side to side, as if looking out of each eye would magically make Itsy's sadness go away.

It didn't.

"Itsy want cricket?" Louis' feathers fluffed, as if a stirring of wind ran through them. And then, like everything else Louis did without warning, Louis dove into the cluster of birds that scattered in songbird-shrieks as he terrorized them with loud booms of his voice: "RUDE BIRD, RUDE BIRD, RUDE BIRD!"