but it's gonna be okay, i met more honest men inside

HEELLO !! AW

with a jaunt to her step the songbird tidied up her new den, pleased with the progress she had made. that red woman had been something else -- starling was delighted to have met her acquaintance. she was envious of her pelt, and as she flitted about her den-site she envisioned herself with such a regal cape. red was the color of royalty. starling pined for red the way a magpie pined for shinies.

she hadn't had time to meet the locals yet, and while she was a garrulous sort, she thought it best to groom herself properly and prepare her bed before greeting them. if they were all to be her subjects one day, she had best make a good impression. her den was decorated, her fur gleaming (not a tuft dared stray) and she was feeling fine.