Stavanger Bay /ʌnˈteɪməbəl/

I'm giggling. Right back at you!!!

Whatever reaction Aesop had expected was the one he should have expected, yet somehow did not. The bird screeched, seemingly too offended to continue the conversation. Offended, indignant, she took to the air in a flutter of wings. He watched her ascent lackadaisically, snorting at her parting remark. For a few moments after, he watched her departure, unconcerned by the development. The bird, in the end, had failed to provide him entertainment nor a meal. This development was fine with him, though unexpected. Nonplussed, he continued on his way back into the forest.