The fragile, anxious Mr. Goldfinch obsequiously hovers just above Ms. Crimson's head, hoping against hope for her approval. He nervously flutters his wings.
Meanwhile, a very subtle interaction is taking place under the cherry tree. Mr. Lovefish is swimming around in the birdbath, and Ms. Lovebird is looking down at the water, both at him and at her reflection.
Ms. Blue mysteriously has her back to us, perhaps allowing her robes to flow or is it her self- expression that is flowing? Or could she be as "blue" as her name implies?
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