You were a human-avian just like Phil. However, you were more reckless when it came to flying. He had you sat on the couch, and he was picking out pieces of sticks and pebbles, and who knows what else? He preened your feathers a lot, you didn't mind since it felt good "Mate you've really got to be more careful with flying" he sighed "What am I gonna do with you?" He chuckled