Try not swindling this orange-bellied flowerpecker for laws of supply and demand suggest dickering with one alit on abundance may result in a deal that involves sour grapes.

Golden hue dissembles the truth: neither Tic-Tacs nor beans of jelly are these that are dared to be shared.

Listen for the lively coo to know this floral denizen is of a krewe, not equipped with beads, but, still, ready with ovular brights indeed.

Back at the nest, there chirps more than a singular chick—each asking for more and more via an avian schtick. And, I respond with assurance after an out-chill-now tchick. ; )