Somewhere in Fish Creek Park, tens of little sparrows were afluttering and atwittering in a stand of young balsam poplars. Two eyes scanned the leafless branches and fell upon a single clay-coloured sparrow.
A moment later, a second clay-coloured sparrow came to share its perch. They chatted for a bit.
Sparrow One whispered something to Sparrow Two.
Sparrow Two walked down the branch a few steps.
Perhaps Sparrow Two had to think about what Sparrow One said.
Sparrow One tried to explain the issue further.
It seems Sparrow One did not find the right tweets. Sparrow Two looks a bit angry.
Sparrow Two looks really, really angry.
Sparrow One may have done something unforgivable.