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Louis flew about the startled congregation like a blue dart, his cackles ringing loud and clear through the woodlands. The birds were quick to depart, leaving only a few fluttering feathers and the sway of suddenly-burdenless branches in their wake. Content with the uproar he had caused, Louis swung back around to Itsy in time to see her alight on a thin branch with the cricket clutched tight in her talons.

The blue demon gave a trill of delight and landed a few branches below, ruffling his feathers as he sang to the bird above: "rude bird blue bird rude bird blue bird rude bird blue bird rude bird blue bird rude bird blue bird," The melody cycled between soft soprano and startling deep baritone, swapping cyclically in a singer's expert pitch.