"Here we are, my little canaries," Genesis cooed as he placed down a bowl of water and a bowl of bird seed.
The larger black canary and the silver canary landed gracefully on the ledge of the birdseed bowl, tail feathers up as they began eating. The yellow canary landed elegantly on the edge of the water bowl, tail feathers up as he began drinking. The smaller black canary…
SPLASH!
…dove headfirst into Genesis's mug of tea. Genesis looked startled and frowned when a sheepish beak poked out.
"Are you sure you're not a cuckoo?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
