As if it can understand my words, the bird begins to immediately caw violently, the sound harsh and grating to my ears.
"Shall I break its neck, your highness?" Emma asks, her voice monotone as one hand smoothly encircles the bird's throat.
The black bird begins to thrash even more violently as it switches between pecking at Emma's hand and cawing for help. With all its movement, a clean break with be difficult.
I can't help but frown. "No, what if blood spills?"
"I'll be careful," Emma promises. And I know she would, but then another thought occurs to me.
"It's still too risky. And bad feng shui for my bedroom if it dies in here," I muse. "Or would it technically be bad karma?"
"Feng… shui?"
"Erm just one of my made up words. Don't mind me," I say with an embarrassed grin.
The bird lets out a strange honk sound that almost sounds like a snort. Even the animals are making fun of me.
