Bigsley began to think that maybe it was him. So Bernadette was sitting on a few eggs. So what? Why wouldn't she give him the time of day? He had tried everything. Serenading, flattery, bragging, bribery. He even ignored her for an entire hour one day. Still, nothing. What was up with this chic? She thinks she is so much better than him, is that it? Ha. And she's the one living in a tree! If only he hadn't failed ornithology. If only his feathers weren't gray. If only he had listened to his mother and taken up migrating. If only he had satellite TV. Then, maybe he would be happy. He opened another box of bird seed.
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