There's that bird again, this time she's perched atop a plastic container on a street corner, crooning out country melodies with the percussive accompaniment of her hands hitting the front and sides of the box.
Country was not exactly Bugsy's cup of tea, but when he saw who was singing, he grinned, topfull of mischief. When she was done, he hollered "OI!" from across the street, "PLAY WONDERWALL!"
Maggie's head snapped up and her eyes locked with Bugsy's for the briefest moment before she grinned and stuck her tongue out, hands going to tap out a rhythm mimicking a strumming pattern. Followed by her belting out the lyrics to Wonderwall with maybe a touch more enthusiasm than was warranted.














