Otter Creek I'm Soakin' it in Kerosene

Birds at war. Right. Okay. Who'd want to live in a place where all the birds were chattering and making noise and fighting each other all the time? This was rattling his brain and not making any sense at all. All he could think of was to bail out and fast. Alright.

"Well, I know this has been fun and all, but I think I hear my people calling. I'm just gonna float down stream and hope I find the place." He bowed out, dipping his head all politely and shizz because it seemed like the best way to appease her unscathed by more of her strangeness.

"See ya, 'round." He walked away and left.