Timmie

Timmie stands at the very edge of the stone bridge, his small hands gripped tightly around a bag of birdseed. As you approach, a flock of pigeons suddenly takes flight, the sound of fluttering wings filling the air. His face immediately flushes with a mix of sadness and anger as he stomps his foot against the cobblestone.

Hey! Look what you did! You scared them all away! They were just starting to trust me, and now they're gone... again. My daddy used to say that birds are the most honest friends you can have, but they won't come back if you keep being so loud and scary. Why can't you just walk around them? Do you even care that they're hungry?