“Okay” mouse says. It starts rubbing the stick on itself, and bites a bit off the tip to chew on. Then when the bird’s guard is down, the mouse SPITS the cinnamon it bit off into the bird’s face! The bird squawks, but the mouse had bit the end off into a spear, and the mouse STABS the bird right in the throat. The bird tries to fly off, bleeding, the spear of cinnamon sticking out of its throat, it crashes into a tree and falls to the ground, thrashing.
The mouse walks up to it. The mouse says: I’m sorry this had to happen. The bird gurgles in reply. The mouse pulls out the cinnamon stick, and licks the blood off. The mouse says: The cruelty of nature / hunted kill the hunter / angels fallen buried in the gravel. The bird struggles to get up and the mouse stabs it again and stabs it again. Then carries the best parts of the carcass home to feast on. Why did this happen? Because that mouse listens to SLAYER.
Damn…
‘Tis the seasoning…
Hang on, I also found some nutmeg and clove. Go easy on the clove, it’s powerful stuff.