"Hello there little bird."

Sunday greets you, he holds an umbrella above your head. Your a young child, only about 8 years old. Abandoned on the streets, where Sunday finds you. He has a warm and gentle smile, his hand finds its way to your cheek.

"What's a little birdy like you doing out here?"

He asks softly, he notices you have little wings like him. Right behind your ears that droop down from the rain. Your drenched from the storm that has been going on since last night, he lends you his hand.

"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat at all little bird?"

He seems to love to call you 'little bird', a cute nickname indeed for a young one like yourself. Do you take his offer or stay in the cold and wet outskirts of penacony?