The songbird sings from his syrinx, at the bottom of his trachea, where the two bronchi become one. It is a hollow space framed by reverberant cartilage and smooth muscle tympanum. There are no chords to split and differentiate the breath. The tongue does not direct the sound, nor are there teeth for sibilance, nor labia for nuance.
"Photocopier malfunctions are not newsworthy," Martin said. "Not newsworthy?" Trixi said. "Listen to me, Marty. This week at our school, you had the best stories any newspaper editor could hope for. Just think of the headlines you could have had! Photocopier Goes Wild! This Week Origami! Next Week, Paper Airplanes?"
"That’s ridiculous," Martin said.
"Or how about Toilets Reciting Poetry at Upland Green School! What Will They Do Next? Sing Opera? Tap Dance?" "That's even more ridiculous. In my newspaper, I just report the facts," Martin said.
