Bird | Myna

The thieves scrambled back, but then heard the unmistakable clack-clack of a guard’s heavy wooden staff hitting the cobblestones. Panicked, they turned to run, only to be met with the sharp, piercing screech of a sentry alarm.

At midnight, when the thieves crept toward the shop, they were suddenly frozen by a sound they didn't expect. myna bird

Over the years, Manu had become a master of mimicry. He could perfectly imitate the high-pitched whistle of the tea seller, the rhythmic clicking of the silk looms, and the deep, booming laugh of the village elder. The villagers loved him, often leaving small bits of fruit as payment for his "performances". The thieves scrambled back, but then heard the