Well, it’s time to move on. Up to the point when Phriday phroze, I was a master of the inanimate. Now, I’ll become the master of the animate. To start it off, here’s the bird. The bird is the prophet, it gazes into the abyss called future, and if only it could utter one single word comprehendable to us, we’d all know what the hell will happen in the future. Unfortunately, the bird can only talk in bird-talk. And until we find out how to talk bird-talk, our uncertain future will remain just that, an uncertain future.