Behind her is a teetering stack of boxes and bags, staggering along on a pair of bird legs, seven-foot-long tail swinging and twitching in an effort to keep everything balanced. Occasionally a familiar birdish head leans out around the stack, peering ahead.
"Tsuruya, I... honestly can't say I mind carrying these, but--whups--mind the tail--I, ah... well, is it much--sorry, ma'am, no, she can keep the feather, really--much further?"
Some guy in a suit, yakking on a cellphone, clips Shen going the other way in an oblivious power-walk, leaving the bird twirling, wobbling, and then flailing to catch all the boxes and bags before they fall and spill everywhere. He makes a bizarre sight for a moment, wings and tail and one foot extended, festooned with Tsuruya's shopping. A few bystanders applaud.
"PARDON ME, SIR!" He yells after the man's retreating form.
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"Tsuruya, I... honestly can't say I mind carrying these, but--whups--mind the tail--I, ah... well, is it much--sorry, ma'am, no, she can keep the feather, really--much further?"
Some guy in a suit, yakking on a cellphone, clips Shen going the other way in an oblivious power-walk, leaving the bird twirling, wobbling, and then flailing to catch all the boxes and bags before they fall and spill everywhere. He makes a bizarre sight for a moment, wings and tail and one foot extended, festooned with Tsuruya's shopping. A few bystanders applaud.
"PARDON ME, SIR!" He yells after the man's retreating form.