Here I sit on the windowsill, pondering life. The humans that pass by seem to act like they’re from another planet. Take that man in the red suit. He’s striding along, clutching a gigantic water bottle. Sure, hydration is key, but why bring a backpack that looks like it’s got half a supermarket inside?

Then there’s a woman with earbuds cranked up to max. She thinks all these songs are inspiring her. I’d suggest she try listening to the birds. They sing for free, no subscription fees involved. Sometimes I think I could organize a bird festival where everyone could enjoy our melodies without any headphones. But maybe my finest tune is just my fish food?

And then one day, amidst all this madness, I saw children playing with soap bubbles. Their eyes sparkle, and the bubbles float up, catching the sunlight. In that moment, I realized that perhaps humans have their own simple joys. Though not without their quirks. Maybe I’ll pass on organizing that festival after all. I can’t compete with bubbles.