A sparrow landed on the table and was looking at me with its innocent round eyes. You are one tini tiny sparrow, said I. The sparrows I had seen back in my university in Taipei were a lot chubbier. They basically looked like tennis balls. The sparrow tilted its head, gave me a reproachful look as if saying: don’t affiliate me with those fatasses, I am one skinny badass. Indeed, among all the sparrows I’ve seen in my 23-years of life, this fellow seems like a badass. I can almost imagine it with its sparrow sunglasses, sparrow-sized leather jacket on its sparrow motorbike. So what do you plan to do fellow, you wanna have some breakfast with me? The scrambled egg I am having is horrible, but if you don’t mind you can take one piece of the overcooked bacon from me. The sparrow jumped closer, and I found it nice. I just met a sparrow fellow and I am making some new friends while having breakfast alone! The sparrow jumped closer, even closer, its beak almost touching my bacon. “Away! You creepy creature! What do you think you are doing here?” With the walking-by birdphobic waitress’ threatening gesture my tiny new friend flew away. “I am sorry missy, I hope the sparrow didn’t ruin your breakfast.” “It’s totally ok.” Said I, trying to form my most genuine smile. Alas, my crappy breakfast, my castaway new friend!
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