You pull the nest out of the tiny crevice it was resting in and violently rip all of its contents toward the ground. Baby birds come tumbling down.
You swallow them up, one by one. Each one makes desperate “kweh” sounds at you as they watch you eat a brother or sister. You keep eating until there is nothing but silence.
And a nest.
You then kick the nest into your cave and sleep on it. It is prickly but better than a cave floor.
There are a few feathers sitting at the foot of your cave.
You fall asleep.
You choose to…