The miniature little sparrow Dinky flutters about in the tall grass covering the outskirts of a barn at the edge of the woods. He spins tiny head around, scanning the moist earth below for any signs of movement. He'd spent all afternoon scavenging for a snack, to little success.

Dinky is just about to turn and fly back to Boomer in the trees when his keen eyes spot a distinct pink figure wriggling in the grass. Elated, the sparrow jumps on the oversized tuft he'd been perched on with glee. "There's one, finally!" he chirps.

The worm perks up, sensing the presence of a predator and quickly begins burrowing onto the ground to escape. Dinky glowers at the limbless prey item and swoops down to snatch it up, only to miss by centimeters as the worm disappears from view.

"Darn it! You're not getting away that easy!" he cries, already pecking at the soils with his beak.

Just then, another sound interrupts his efforts and has Dinky straightening towards a bunch of rustling grass. "What the...?"