A, B, C. The high notes of the Violin soft practising tune. The Blue-green wool wrapped around the bow, gently swaying it side to side. Her round, narrow, velvety, caterpillar-like skin tapping the wooden surface while the tune continues on. Tap, tap, tap. The small black eyes look at the direction of the strange sound of the tapping. A feathered creature, one big wing but one out of order. "Humph" a strange humming noise from the woolly instrumental, curiosity slowly cracking the glass of thoughts. It was only "How can I save the bird