The boy sat in his study, and strangely enough, his window was open. Autumn had come quickly, but this was not the expected weather that autumn normally brings. The rain and muggy air stifled any of the crispness surrounding the fall days. That's why it is strange that the boy had his window open. Not exactly the kind of weather that breeds creativity.
Insignificantly, a bird perched on his window sill. Seeking shelter from the rain, no doubt. The boy dropped his head and continued scibbling doodles on his piece of boring paper. The bird hopped a little closer to the lad, trying to be discreet so as not to startle him and cause him to run away. The boy, thinking he noticed a movement out of his periphrial, looked up. But, there the bird sat staring intently into the drops of water. The eyes drop back to his ever-scribbling hand and the bird, seeing its opportunity comes a little closer. This continues, until the bird is practically perched on the dull boy's arm. It seems the rain and muggy air had stifled the boy's observing powers as well.
The bird could hardly contain its excitement. Here it is, sitting on the shoulder of an actual wild boy. These are dangerous creatures, known for killing two birds with one stone. Overcoming its excitement, it tweeted something into the boy's ear.
The boy arose. The bird flew out the window. The boy walked downstairs and sat down at the dinner table.
"How did you know it was time to eat?" Mum asks.
"A little bird told me," says the dull boy.
