"…This is a good chance for you. Don't miss it. Take the fifty," Blackie said with an unyielding tone.
Woodie tilted her head thoughtfully, then tweeted in her clear, crisp voice:
"Since you're sweet and always kind to me, Woodie reluctantly accepts the proposal. But I have one condition."
Blackie smiled, amused.
"Name it."
Woodie's eyes gleamed mischievously.
"Those three brothers of mine—" she pointed her wing at the hovering woodpeckers, "—they picked on me before, siding with the others. I want to teach them a lesson. I want to fight all three of them at once. Can I?"
Blackie paused, considering it seriously.
Then he nodded.
"Go ahead. But wait until they're done with their ranking battle. It'll be soon."
He couldn't blame her.
They had picked on their little sister. It was time they learned a proper lesson.
John, observing everything from his seat, grinned widely.
Excitement buzzed through his veins.
Yes! That's it! Watching battles like this is pure joy.
