Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV

[Ed's just kind of wandering around, looking for something to do. She's alternately skipping, rolling, cartwheeling, flipping, climbing, crawling, and running down various streets, up and over benches and parked cars, in and out of trees, and inside and outside of buildings, pretty much entirely at random.

Yeah, she's bored. Go bother her, she's on the second level. Right now she's up a tree, singing a song.]

Flyyyying high
up iiiiiin the sky
the biiiiirdies try
but byyyy and byyyyyy

up and down and over and under
and through and in and out and far
and near and beyond and beyond

and beyoooooond

birdies up and over
yesterday and todaaaaaay

[No, it doesn't really mean anything, and it isn't really supposed to.]

[Ed is, inexplicably, sitting cross-legged on a park bench, attempting to eat Chinese food with a pair of chopsticks. She's not so bad with the chopsticks, but is still struggling sometimes. How she got the Chinese food in the first place is a mystery.

She's also glancing at the newspaper, which is sitting next to her on the bench. It's open to a large ad proclaiming a sale on tube socks. She looks at it with curiosity, sticks out a foot and wriggles her toes, looking at them with a grin. Her feet are, as always, very bare.]

Ed tried wearing socks once. It was too weird.

[Edward has climbed a tree! She's hanging upside down from a branch and is throwing breadcrumbs down at pigeons. It's unclear as to whether she's trying to feed them or make them scatter.]

Heeeeey birdie birdies! The bread is red but if you sped so full of dread to the water shed you'd be led around the bed and be fed until you're dead!