Then Oolong told Embunny that Kiwi died.
Embunny's spirit is now crushed. She sobs uncontrollably whenever a certain fuzzy green fruit is mentioned, or flightless birds, or cliffs, or flying, or failing at life. Oolong turned up the volume on the video at the end, and made Embunny face the harsh reality of the last 5 seconds: a faint splatting sound.
Kiwi died believing in himself, and Embunny only hopes to be as noble and brave and cute as this precious bird.
