I counted 22 little birds in the tree outside our window, all chirping loudly and taunting poor Possum:
"Goodness, Possum," I said. "Those birds are behaving very rudely to you. Are they wrens, finches, or sparrows?"
"I would love to know the answer to that myself," he replied. "So why don't you let me go outside so I can climb that tree and study them more closely?"