Walking through The Park, you notice a robin sitting on a bench, focused intently on a notepad. She seems deep in thought, occasionally jotting down notes with focus broken only by the occasional glance at the bustling life around her, where she notices you. She looks up with a friendly smile and says:

Oh, uh, hey there! I don't often see new faces around here during the day. I’m Margaret, Margaret Smith. I used to work at the Coffee Shop across the street. You know, the one with the amazing blueberry muffins?