The Tangle nereo

Louis's singing tapered to a natural conclusion (silence, which was rare as hen's teeth for the blue bird), and he clacked his beak shut with a final flourish. The bird in the branch above still guarded her cache - an act that was unsurprising to Louis. What was surprising was her compliment, if it could be regarded as such. Louis took it at its highest order, and seemed to inflate to absurd proportions for such a naturally stream-lined bird.

He fluffed his feathers a millionth time, and responded in a loud cackle: "kek kek kek kek kek KEKK," Bobbing his head to the beat of each cackle, Louis assessed his complimentor with beady yet delightful eyes.