"Chirp chirp!"
A noise awakened Smush from his first nap of the afternoon.
"Tweet tweet!"
"Shut it, Mogey!" Smush yelled across the hall. "Knock off all them bird noises!" Smush was none too happy to be awakened from a nap, especially his first nap.
"Cheep cheep!"
"What in the world?" Smush muttered as he struggled out of bed and marched into the hall, almost tripping over his nightshirt as he did so.
"Twirp twirp!"
The sound, which came from the outside the window, halted Smush in his tracks, even as he held high a pillowcase loaded with a tack hammer in preparation to pummel young Mogey. A small birdie resting on the windowsill was causing all the ruckus.
"What sort of bird is that?" Mogey asked, emerging bleary-eyed from his room.
"Unless my eyes deceive me that'd be the rare Pangean Dayingale," Smush replied.
"Dayingale?" Mogey said. "Isn't it nightingale?"
"It's 2:30 in the afternoon, you maniac," Smush replied, shaking his head. "Now grab your birdnet and follow me. Smush is cookin' tonight!"
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