:V

Oh, they updated all the computers to block access to "fun" websites. Damn! Well, time to get some real, bona-fide human WORK done.

4. Kind of sad to look at.

You stuff enough birds in a small enough space, and some will invariably be relegated to the bottom of the pecking order. This has negligible improvement on the living conditions of the collective; a weakened individual is probably more susceptible to disease, come to think about it.

No, you don't get to choose which ones get bullied. Birds can be assholes like that.

This one's picked on by other BIRDS IN A TRENCHCOAT, loosing gold feathers as it darts adroitly from obligation to obligation. These birds wither and shrink and leave the bounds of "pitiable" appearance and settle down in "shameful". They don't die.


5. There's a handsome bird, of philosophical bent and its song awitter in many circles, the loudest proponent of the merits of bird-death. Death of the self. Death as a quantity, what if 2 plus 2 equalled 5, just a thought experiment. Death in general, really. An impractical and fanciful, if occasionally amusing bird to entertain.

Moreso than little gold things that were unassuming to start with and now just make you feel bad looking at their sorry state.


4.'s pure song gives listeners a sense of satisfaction, and quells anxiety. It's hard to pick out its call over the gheek-shriek of a different


6. bird, cawing criticisms of the gold bird's sorry state.


You've a stack of papers you can work through. These would do little to help the gold bird's lot, but at least you could make it sing.

You wouldn't hear it, but you might take comfort in knowing it's there.

Maybe.

You'll entertain the flock after dealing with this. Shouldn't take long.