Everything’s big at the Grand Canyon. Even this little sparrow, or finch, or whatever it is seemed much bigger than its brothers and sisters.
I watched it for quite a while (I couldn’t see the Grand Canyon, could I?). I watched as it ogled a particularly tasty-looking poodle (if it had lips it would have licked them, I’m sure), but those damned people were too close, so the poor thing had to go hungry.
After a while he turned and gave me a look of disdain, then hopped once, twice, and dove headlong off the parapet, disappearing into the mist forever.