High Ground Inspection

The closed front door was not going to stall my operation for long. Dragging that shiny brass key in my beak, I marched down the hallway and scrambled straight up the sofa arm to seize the ultimate vantage point: the wide wooden window sill! From here, the entire street is in my sights. I propped the brass key against the glass frame, stood tall with wings flared wide, and tapped my bill sharply against the pane to announce my presence to every passerby below. A true campaign director never waits for permission—I am overseeing the neighborhood right now!