Mikey, the Brat

The ignorant bipeds are sleeping. I awaken them by attempting to capture breakfast: Starling a l'orange. Note to self: ignorant bipeds closely guard integrity of screen-doors. I feign further sleep as they walk in circles clicking mechanical devices and drinking magical black water. Dumbass submits to me by crouching on front quarters, dumb ass in the air wagging tail and barking. She jumps in circles and chases said tail. I open one eye.