"Yes we are," Dinah agreed. "Stupid, sadistic, twisted sense of humor City."
Her feathers puffed up again and, without meaning to, she flitted down to another section of the balcony rail.
"And what type of name is 'The City' anyway? An egotistical, uncreative one, that's what." By now, she was only talking to herself and she really wanted to kick something. But of course, she couldn't kick anything with her ridiculously skinny bird legs.