[ Mouse sticks his tongue back, going so far as to make a quiet pfft noise before flopping onto his back and whistling up at the trees to see if there was any hope in finding a bird of his own. None answer the call.
In Hanna's hand the bird picks at the crumbs before looking at Hanna with a cocked head and tweeting some more. ]
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Date: 2010-11-02 05:51 pm (UTC)In Hanna's hand the bird picks at the crumbs before looking at Hanna with a cocked head and tweeting some more. ]