The boy glanced down from his choice position in between the bars and watched his motley crew of birds and beasts scamper away. From where he was sitting there were still a few pigeons left that had not yet noticed the food down below. There was one thing that could be said about feeding time in a Zoo, everything and anything tried to get involved. Animals not even associated with this exhibit arrived on scene to try and carve up a meal. Pigeons, Jack guessed, were just not the brainiest of these creatures. He disliked the way one fat one in particular kept cooing at him. And was half afraid it meant to leave him a gift. He tried several times shooing them all away with his hands, but they just seemed to sit there. Like a bump on a log.
Jack titled his head slightly when the choice words fluttered up to his ear. A frown followed, was that the zoo keeper talking to him? That was a first. He had always roughly thought of them like janitors for shit machines. Glancing down below into the pit, the boy tried his best at a response. "Uhm. Sitting?", he replied honestly. Who was this exactly? She sounded like Mary Poppins kinda. Only like a redneck Mary Poppins.