till we see the sunlight - kazoo class

[bink.]

//OOC

The crow - or Bink, as he had accepted the name - was capable of reading, but still struggled to decipher the deplorable handwriting on the paper that had fluttered his way in the strange leopard's frolicking craze. Kazo class? What was a kazo class? It then said what looked like 'cazoo.' He had been unable to sleep that night, still afraid of the noises of the forest (and somewhat afraid of the members of Tanglewood), so he figured he would attend the class to keep himself busy. When he heard the buzzing sound, he immediately understood what it was, and the missing puzzle piece clicked in place.

Following the sound all the way to the shore, reassured when he spotted Wormwood ahead of him, he paused when he could see through the treeline. They had a shore here? A beach? Oh. 'Bech.' Yeah, that made sense. Wait- there were two Wormwoods. The one he had been following spoke, and it didn't sound like Wormwood. Bink edged toward the real Wormwood, listening to the winged snow leopard as she trilled on about the magic of kazoos. "I don't think I can play a kazoo," the crow cawed uncertainly. I don't have lips. The idea seemed almost incorrect, but he knew for certain that he didn't have lips. Birds don't have lips. Was he going insane?

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