Interview With A Thrush

Yestereve a little bird flew in through my bedroom window and perched itself on my favorite teddy bear. I, wearing nothing but my coy smile, glared at it inquiringly. It cocked it's bird neck to the left and spoke. "All that is left of you is what hasn't been taken. The water for tea is boiling." After pronouncing these curious words it promptly left me alone with my thoughts. I felt it right to put on my "thinking" stocking cap before analyzing the encrypted message. I played with my cap's tassle, twisting it with my delicately braided rat tail. After a few minutes of thinking I started to develop a killer headache. I replaced my "thinking" cap back on it's stand and went outside to play some homerun derby.