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Starling would snort at the exuberance this man showed to being unlucky. Why would any boast that? But, he guessed, if you were dreadfully unlucky it was easier to laugh at it than to wallow. So instead he just chuckled in return and got prepared to straighten and bind the tail. "Next t-time you c-come across a c-clover p-patch, y-you sh-should see i-if th-there's any f-four leaf clovers a-and e-eat 'em." He said with a smile as he got the cob web off his leg and positioned the sticks. "M-might h-help with y-your bad luck." He said softly then, before, suddenly, something fell on his head. He blinked widely before looking up and glaring good naturedly at his mamabird before she flew back to find her perch. He gathered up the white flowers and stepped around to the stranger's head.

"Ch-chew on this, it'll h-help with th-the pain." He said softly, seperating two white flowers from the bunch and pushing it towards his muzzle before returning back to his tail. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself before he put a paw on the man's tail, below the break. "R-ready?" He said softly, but before he could get an answer he pulled straight to straighten out his tail before quickly pushing the sticks against the break, and grabbing the cob web with his other paw. It took a lot of work, with his one paw keeping the paw straight and his muzzle and other almost struggling to get the sticky web to wrap around the stick and the tail. But he was quick, steady, and it wasn't long before he finally managed to get the web around the tail. He squinted at it, afraid it wouldn't hold. "St-stay here, d-don't move." He said quickly before he spun around and bounded towards some trees in the distance. He needed sap, and he needed it quick. The tail would be sticky, sure, but at least it would help hold. Being spring, the trees were fresh and ready to blossom, so sap was plentiful if he just looked. A tree with low hanging branches yielded exactly what he needed, and he was quick to pluck some good size leaves from a few branches before going to the trunk, seeing sap sitting between the crevices. Yes, perfect. He would delicately press the leaves against the trunk, trying to pull some sap along with it, before returning to his patient. Sap...tasted awful, but at least it would help hold his makeshift cast. Without a second thought he dropped his leaves gently to the ground and began to individually wrap them around the web and sticks, hoping it would hold. "F-for a m-month y-you need t-to let th-this sit. N-no s-strenuous a-activity, and t-try and k-keep this c-cast on, if y-you can." He said softly. There really was only so much he could do with a break. "Y-your t-tail may b-be a t-tad c-crooked..." He warned softly as he finished wrapping the sap covered leaves around his little cast.

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"