You pick the twig back up with your mouth and jab it into the baby bird’s side. This is an aggressive and unnecessary thing to do, but you do it anyway. There is no telling the kinds of emotions you are feeling right now, and perhaps they are best expressed through the simple nudge of a stick. You poke some more. It does not affect the baby bird’s current disposition.
It is still dead.
The baby bird is gone. No matter how much you poke it with a stick.
You choose to…
Hello, I am a bear 