Kaya could not believe it. Again. Every single time she raised her leg, there was at least a ninety-five percent chance that this very sparrow was the unfortunate target.
She stared at him for a long second, then crouched down, crossing her arms. In a slightly teasing tone, she said, "So, Mr. Sparrow… what are you doing here this time?"
The sparrow, feathers ruffled like a half-plucked chicken, wobbled and tried to stand. He steadied himself with difficulty, his tiny legs trembling, before glaring up at her with pure, offended rage.
"Charp! Charp! Charp! Charp! Charp!" he screeched, pointing a wing at Kaya as if it were a finger, stabbing it toward her accusingly.
Kaya blinked, expression blank, waiting for him to finish his furious tirade. She didn't understand a single chirp — but judging by the sharpness in his voice and the way he was hopping in fury, she could definitely tell it wasn't anything polite.
Meanwhile, the sparrow kept going, feathers puffed in indignation.
