Delilah: It's All About Being Home...
"I don't know." Bird responded, tweeting down from a sagging branch above, not too far from Delilah.
"I mean, I used to know. I know some things. But that's what happens when you escape like that after your soul has been captured. You stay too up here and your soul is down there in the bad part down there, near them, and you start to forget stuff."
"So, I know that I'm a kid. I mean, umm--you know--that I'm a kid and not a bird. But I somedays I know that I'm a bird and I wonder if I ever was a kid. It happens usually when I find myself with a twig trying to build a nest."
"But I was in pet store. A Clown's pet store. That's where my soul is right now. Its with the other animals. Oh, wait, they're animals but they aren't really animals. They're kids like me......I think." Bird said as he tried to piece together the memories, stitching them into some kind of patchy story for Delilah.