More the latter, I think. Or the bird's a stubborn little thing in its own right.
Anyway, eventually the king snaps. Just can't take it anymore. Gets up, forgets even that his son is right there, and storms over to the cage. He's yelling at the bird, hitting the bars of the cage with his cane, shaking it and screaming at it to sing, because he warned this fucking bird and now it's really pissed him off and what good is it anyway if it's not going to sing either way, it's of no use to him anyway.
So he's picking up the cage and getting ready to throw it against the wall when all of a sudden something cracks him over the back of the head.
So he drops like a sack of potatoes, and there behind him is his son, who rebroke his leg getting out of bed and his face is white as a sheet, and he's got one of those damn fancy toys that his dad bought him in his hands, and he and the nightingale just stare at each other for a minute, like neither of them can process what just happened.
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Anyway, eventually the king snaps. Just can't take it anymore. Gets up, forgets even that his son is right there, and storms over to the cage. He's yelling at the bird, hitting the bars of the cage with his cane, shaking it and screaming at it to sing, because he warned this fucking bird and now it's really pissed him off and what good is it anyway if it's not going to sing either way, it's of no use to him anyway.
So he's picking up the cage and getting ready to throw it against the wall when all of a sudden something cracks him over the back of the head.
So he drops like a sack of potatoes, and there behind him is his son, who rebroke his leg getting out of bed and his face is white as a sheet, and he's got one of those damn fancy toys that his dad bought him in his hands, and he and the nightingale just stare at each other for a minute, like neither of them can process what just happened.