The whole world is a library, and each being on this planet Earth is a story. When you glance at a being, you’re really reading a page of their story. Not many people look at my story, because I’m a very small canary and I camouflage easily in the background, and, well, my story isn’t very focused on me. It’s just narrated by me, told from my perspective, and the story really concentrates on another person, but I don’t mind at all.
And I hope that maybe–just maybe, this’ll put me in the limelight for a little bit. It’s getting cold here. Even a small canary can use some of it.