Quasimodo:
[to a baby bird]
Good morning.
[the baby bird chirps in greeting]
Quasimodo:
Will today be the day? Are you ready to fly?
[baby bird chirps sadly]
Quasimodo:
You sure? Good day to try.
[lifts the bird out of the nest]
Quasimodo:
Why, if-if I picked a day to fly, oh, this would be it. The Festival of Fools!
[the baby bird gulps, then chirps sadly again]
Quasimodo:
It'll be fun, with jugglers, an-and music and dancing!
[the baby bird now starts flapping its wings, and flies in place as Quasimodo chuckles, until a flock of birds flies past, then the bird chirps excitedly]
Quasimodo:
Go on! Nobody wants to be cooped up here forever.
[the bird chirps happily, then flies away to join the flock]
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