[Don't mind me, watching you up in the tree with a fishing pole sittin' on my shoulder. Great, a freaked out New Feather. At least, he's assuming as much. His last brush with one wasn't pleasant being that he was almost murdered, but hey. Always nice to try again.
... What is it with him and finding people in trees. Sheesh.
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being that he was almost murdered, but hey. Always nice to try again.... What is it with him and finding people in trees. Sheesh.
He puts a hand to his mouth and calls up:]
I don't think that'll get you home, compadre.