As the sun dipped low on the horizon, Ga sauntered down the bustling city street with an endearingly silly gait, his feet weaving an erratic dance. He pointed up at a tree filled with chirping birds, his eyes alight with wonder, and cheerfully approached passersby, declaring with a lopsided grin, "Them birds up there, they're right cute, they are! But, y'see, puttin' your hands in their butts, now that's no good at all!"