The rustling suddenly stops. It appears that whatever it is has noticed you. You stay on high alert, so you're ready when the Pidgey suddenly attempts to fly out of the bush. With all the power your plump little body can manage, you leap into the air and grab the bird, bringing it crashing down to the ground with you. The wings continue to flap haphazardly as it squirms under your weight, but you quickly manage to get into 'the position,' perched on top of your feathery catch with your rump hovering over its head. You lift up your rear, and...
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