Eating habits
Go, go, kill the mockingbird. Sad little things got crushed between his teeth, but that's the way the world goes round. Abandon a good cause, good causes don't come for free and he didn't have any money to spare. Quess who made him like that, and don't look at the mouth, it's kinda disgusting. He gnashed and crunched and munched on them, totally helpless victims to his sticky teeth.
Tragedy strikes afterwards, when he's back in the room and not contemplating the mockingbirds anymore, and of course he didn't kill them, much less eat them, but the idea isn't too bad either. Cute monsters don't arise in the dark, but he still stood there, quite a contradiction to all things sugar and spice.
Get a grip on yourself! The idea of defeating them is so interesting yet strange….leave the world to the witches and the monsters to the dark and the mockingbirds to the hawks. Speaking of, there's a hawk flying around, screeching and trying to be mysterious. He didn't give a damn about them, or rather, he never thought of considering them environemental. First it's eat me, then it's eat you, it makes things lively and dead and in a few cases rotten.
Spoiling rice with sauce is sad, mixing mockingbird pieces among it is equally sad. He'd just pretend they were sushi, meat-consuming birds aren't too picky, and he had quite a few to feed.
Quess who's who. Anyone correct is given cheers for I have nothing else to give.