Reposted by Serif The Sugar Plum Skeleton

Brandishing a hose and ready to feed, you've turned the tables on the greedy bird. Your blubber is his fault, now its his turn. His gut rumbles in eager anticipation, his bed creaks in fear. "W-wait, hang on..."
(If you want, draw/post what you think *my* pov would be. Looking up at you, looming~)