Three little sparrows flew out from the car window, fluttering their wings toward a window of the Starlight Apartments.
Renee looked up through the car window and counted the floors. "Ninth floor."
The little sparrows stopped on the ninth floor, landing on the window's security bars.
"Hey, friend! What are you up to? Let this bird give you a name!" Coco stared at Azalea, who was lazing about in its nest.
"What do you mean? This bird doesn't understand." Azalea didn't know why the other bird suddenly wanted to give it a name.
"This bird's name is Coco." Coco said, quite smugly. "That's Fanny, and that's Patty. We birds all have names now, so you need one too."
Azalea blinked its beady eyes and asked curiously, "How did you all suddenly get names?"
Coco: "Renee gave us birds our names."
Azalea tilted its head. "Who's Renee?"
"She's that beautiful human who can understand animals," Coco began to explain seriously. "She's a very good female, and the food she gives is delicious."
