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Where does it come from?
I’ve built my nest here my whole life!
This is ancient tribal nesting grounds!
This water doesn’t belong.
She was almost mine!
Her admiration of my bright yellow visage and striking red wing feathers was obvious.
I’m a mighty hunter of spiders, and provider of berries.
She left though.
Accepted that dull feathered fool.
Just because he built in a hollow!
Branches were good enough for my ancestors.
Where’d the water come from?
This is a desert! No water!
How was I supposed to know?
Next year I get a hollow!