The sad four had dedicated an entire night to the drafting, revising, and overall fine tuning of a very shoddy plan. By the time they were somewhat close to wrapping up, the darkness that had permeated the green foliage seemingly not too long ago had already begun to be replaced by smatterings of sunlight.
Polly was at the point where she couldn't tell if she was in a dream or not; everything seemed hazy. Yet the sleep deprivation had no apparent effect on the birds. From dark to dusk they chattered away, sometimes in their own jargon, sometimes in the standard language. However, to Polly, even Mimglish had begun to sound like gibberish.
"Okay, so this is what we've come up with so far," chirped Wiki. "You'll leave the Triy claiming you'd been held hostage by us, and make sure to let Th
