You decide that the baby bird is on its own. If it really wanted help, it should have found another bird to help it. You shrug at the possibility of the tiny creature being ended because of your apathy and go on your way.
You find a nice river and slap at some fish until one gets close enough for you to bite.
You nearly swallow it whole.
As the fish rests in your belly, you sit at the edge of the river, enjoying the life of a bear.
Then lightening strikes your mean-face because you are a jerk. You fall into the river and drown. Jerk.