Come and play with my sticks

“Let me show you my stick-collection. Quite impressive, huh? I carried them home from my walks. I am mighty proud of them. Some are thick, others long. The soft ones are great. This one I nicked from a pall. Now what, you don’t seem to like them. They are great, you can catch them, bury them, chew on them, …” “Duvel, we don’t play with sticks, we are birds. We might use them to build our nests. Can’t we go and do something more exciting? Let’s go explore!. This garden looks like fun. Where do all these stairs lead to? Or we could go to the beach!” Nobody wants to come and play with my sticks…