My heart was still thumping. No more job. Who was I?
He squawked as a heavy raindrop plopped on his grey back. I threw another fry.
Soon a rival came, then another. Fries, more fries. Scattered left, strewn right. Finally, no more.
The challengers flew away. He stayed.
We stared at each other; our needs sprung together.
"You did good," he seemed to say.