Wapun Meadow Sing, Bluebird, sing

She corrected him and he offered a sheepish smile, though his expression grew confused and curious again at her next remark. What did she mean by that? Tambourine's head tilted so far to the side that his ear flopped totally over his eyeball. It distracted him, prompting him to jerk his head back to get it to stay upright. It did, for the most part, just the tip crinkling over.

"Not meant to...?" he repeated in the hopes Simatra might explain.