Why do we respect birds so much?
I mean...
They're just these little, fluffy, balls of...of fluffy fluff-fluff. That...fly.
So what?
I can fly.
Just because God didn't give ME natural wings, doesn't mean I'm worse than them.
I can shoot arrows. I can fight. I can ROCK.
Birds just sit around and...sing.
Maybe we like them because they bring us home.
They're a constant.
You can't go anywhere without seeing birds.
But seriously. If a chick had to choose between me, and a bird, who do you think she'd pick?
Actually...
Don't answer that.
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A/N: My Finn muse was talking very loudly today. I like this chapter, it made me smile.