The threat of becoming an ice sculpture was enough to scare the birb into not flailing like an imbecile, which was a good thing as he was tiring himself out very quickly, doing said flailing like an imbecile.
“I-I-Im really s-s-super sorry about, uh, cr-crashing into your thingy. R-really! I swear I didn’t mean it, I sw-swear!”
Pyrr, please.
“I believe you but just please be quiet while I cut you down. My eyes are still bleary from napping. I don’t want to accidentally cut a feather and I don’t want you to accidentally damage my orchard.”
She started carefully snipping the wire mesh around the stuck feathers, being careful not to go near the feathers themselves.
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