"Stupid birds," he said, cheerfully. He pulled himself up on to the windowledge.
Flamingos are not famed for their cutting intelligence, nor for their problem-sloving abilities: confronted with a twist of wire, and a bottle with something edible in it, a crow might try to make a tool out the the wire in order to get to the contents of the bottle. A flamingo, on the other hand, would try and eat the wire, if it looked like a shrimp, or possibly even if it didn't, just in case it was a new kind of shrimp. So if there was something slightly smoky and insubstantial about the man who stood on the windowledge insulting them, the flamingos failed to perceive it. They glared at him with the crazed pink eyes of killer rabbits, and they rushed towards him.
(By Neil Gaiman from the book Anansi Boys)
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