Cricket Creek Bog Itsy Went Up The Water Spout

The little bird was bobbling her speckly brown head so much that Grimeye wondered for a moment if it might nod itself right off Itsy's little neck. Appearances to the contrary, though, it remained firmly attached as Itsy twittered unhelpfully on and on about big birds this way and all that. Grimeye wasn't able to dredge any further useful information out of the nattering bird's speech beyond that these other and bigger birds were ground-dwelling. Grimeye at least held her impatience and pessimism in check enough to wait until Itsy's back was turned before the coywolf rolled her eyes though. Large birds on ground, Grimeye's gotta sneak. Great. Eggs, swamp, all her other questions...who knew. Well, she'd see what there was to see when they got there, but her doubts about all of this were only growing.

Clever Itsy must help Grimeye find clever ways to sneak in upon the large birds, was what she said however, in a slightly hushed voice. Make sure you lead her to someplace she can sneak upon the large birds from without being heard or spotted, Itsy. Remember that these birds have better eyes and ears than worms. Keep the words short and sweet, that was the trick of it, right? Grimeye gestured with her mud-streaked paw for the little bird to lead her onward.