Grouse Thicket sup.

The last thing Fig had wanted was for someone to come across him while he was making such a fool of himself. At least, that's what he'd thought until he discovered a pretty girl had come upon him while making such a fool of himself. This was exponentially worse.

It took him a moment to realize she was there. At first, thought the bird had actually responded. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he stared at it, but his brain reminded him within a few seconds that its beak hadn't moved. He frowned for a moment before twisting around until his eyes landed upon her. His ears fell as mortification swept through him. Crap... what now?

"It helps," Fig replied, surprising himself a little, "Y'know, make them think you wanna be friends so they come close and then you grab 'em." He laughed, then glanced anxiously at the blue jay. "I'm kidding!" he reassured it, then paused and glanced anxiously at the girl, "I mean...."

We're gonna go back to: crap... what now?