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The Kona bird's name was Kee. So Kola told me. His body was firm, his feathers tough but light. He smelled like orange peels and was partial to making a deep clucking sound followed by a shrill *keeeeee!* He did this just as we took off, waking everyone in the camp. As if I was paying attention.

I draw the weather, filling pages with loops, zigzags, swirls, spikes, circles, and blinking eyes. All the white space is occupied. My drawings are dense like the jungle.... [D]rawing, or what I prefer to call scribbling, it's like an umbrella in a rainstorm.

"You stroke the side and it hums," Nusrat said, rubbing the seed shooter. It made this sound that was oddly like the purr of a cat. You could feel it, too. Like it was more animal than plant.

Ok, this makes more sense now 😅