The birds are in the pond, floating like birds like to do. Float float.
He is also in the pond, floating like the birds.
If you asked him: “Do you like floating like the birds?” He might say something about that.
As it stands, he is not standing. He is floating face down. Now is not the time to ask him questions. Even if you are really curious.
People come strolling to the pond. They come in couples or alone or with little people. They like to ignore the signs that say “Don’t feed the birds.” They think that it is nice to feed the birds bits of bread. The bits of bread are gooey for the birds. The bread gets in there, in their throats, and stops their chirp chirp chirping. For this reason, the birds do not like the bread.
There is a little girl. She is coming with her hands and pockets full of balled up bread. She loves the birds. She wants to show them just how much. There is a new bird in the pond that she has never seen before. It is much bigger than the other ones.
“That bird must be the most hungry of them all.” She says.
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