Two birds sat on a tree branch.
They pooped, and the droppings fell to the ground below with a splash, forming two distinct patterns.
Boxida and Bruhi stumbled upon the patterns.
“The left one is better,” remarked Bruhi.
“No, the right one,” said Boxida with a laugh.
Hearing a noise, both looked up at the branch. The birds were quarreling over the exact same thing.
