The bird is gone! I can't believe it. It feels like a miracle.

Yeah, sure.

Why are you looking at me like that?

How do you know it's gone?

Well, it's been two days and the garden is still tidy.

What did you do?

Me? Nothing.

Are you sure...?

What are you impliying? You're looking at me like I did something wrong.

Did you?

Like what?

Like... giving the blackbird eternal rest?

Of course not! Who do you think I am?

I know who you are, but you've been pulling your hair out all week.

So what? Does that make me guilty of something?

No, just highly suspicious.

No way...

Ok, hold up your right hand.

What? What for?

Just do it.

Ok. This is stupid...

Did you poison the bird?

What? No!

Did you shoot it?

No! I gave it a cute name. Don't you remember?

Oh, yeah, Robin Food. That explains it all.

I don't know what you mean.

It's damn clear: the bird died of embarrassment.