I had a dream last night that the birds had stopped building nests and were constructing some giant thing out of twigs in the trees.
“What are they building?” I asked my companion, who was an amalgam of several vague, plump, amiable girls I knew in grade school.
“They’re building a wicker man,” she said amiably.
I’m kinda glad I woke up before they finished it.
Now’s the time to listen to What’s he building? by Tom Waits. 🙂