The Park, Saturday Evening

[not_a_parakeet]

Warren had decided sometime in the afternoon, once Kayla and Nommy had gotten bored with teasing their poor parents and had decided to explore the island on their own for a bit, that he needed air. And, really, what better way to get air than by getting into the air? He'd spent a few hours just soaring, taking a little while to just appreciate the sky, before coming down to rest in the park.

He and the flamingoes had a rocky history behind them, but he figured he'd probably be safe if he didn't look too closely at them. And he didn't have any coffee with him either, just in case.

[Expecting one in particular, but the park is open otherwise!]