In the spirit of the original Moulin Rouge, we present a tiny version for tiny birds. There’s almost certainly a tiny opium den in the cranium of this thing, where wrens can go get, like, higher than an eagle or whatever it is that wrens do.
Finches do not solicit the tiny elephant opium den, because they’re too cheap.
The eyeliner is not a nice touch. It just draws emphasis to how damned creepy theÂ thing is. Look, just to emphasize how soulless the abyss is, they limned its eyes with kohl.
Remember, when you gaze into the abyss, sometimes a bird flies out.
Although we didn’t establish exactly what abyss the birds fly out of.
Sometimes, in India and certain parts of Africa, small birds fly out of elephants’ butts. It’s sad to say, but it’s true. Nobody knows how or why the birds got into the elephant–the thought that they went in through the elephant’s eyes is too horrible to contemplate–but they can all agree there are very pressing reasons to evacuate the premises.
Goodwill on Metric and 183, Austin