I have just awoken from a quite bizarre dream.

I was outside enjoying the sunshine when all of a sudden, a slightly skinny but slightly oversized bullfinch landed on my finger. To begin with, I wasn’t bothered. In fact, it was quite a novelty. After a while, though, the novelty wore thin and I wanted it to fly away…

…but, for some reason the bullfinch stayed where he was. It was not for want of trying. The little chap was flapping like mad. I tried to assist him by pushing him upwards but he still didn’t take off.

After a while, I worked out that his flapping only seemed to create downforce. That would explain why he couldn’t take off. So, with this in mind, I proceeded to turn him upside down. That was all it took. The bullfinch flew away. As he disappeared into the sunset he looked back and gave a nod of gratitude that filled me with warmth and glee.

How messed up is that?

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