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Find more birds to assimilate into your legion

You've got just the right amount for yourself as you are now. You might not like all of them equally, nor may you understand let alone be at peace with each and every one of their motives (a fair twinbushel/handful of which are at clear odds with others or You, SEVERAL HUNDRED BIRDS IN A TRENCHCOAT). You rely on

9. a bird that scuttles - never flies - yet its feet never quite touch the ground. Its eyes are gems, flawlessly cushion-cut into marvels of geode-metric symmetry, haphazardly shoved into its skull. Its scream would warn of a cosmic order's shattering; the creak of its neck is purely symptomatic of Reasonable Doubt and no cause for concern.

While it never speaks, its voice is soothing. Trustworthy. Smooth and digestible as any fine lie.

Its poison is palatable, if awkward to admit to in polite company. Much safer, still, than making more acquaintance than necessary of

10., 5's good friend. Grinning panfurcation (thank - let's call them 11 - for that phrase). A cartoon of a creature, popping colors collars and appealing silhouette. Its beak is knife and chasm in turn; its cry is crisp like kindling being split.

10's a danger if mishandled. Thinking too hard about the what-ifs of its potential can lead one to be delusional.