Your bouncing bird scares me too, Ewok. It keeps reminding me of a story about an amateur company which performed the opera "Tosca". You know how the story ends - Tosca, the fiery singer whose beauty has attracted the dark lust of an evil chief of police called Scarpia, has given in to Scarpia's demands that she yield to him in exchange for her lover Cavaradossi not suffering further torture and for the execution planned for Cavaradossi to be a mock one so that the lovers can flee afterwards with safe conduct passes. She kills Scarpia rather than give in to him, but he had still fooled her; the execution was real, and when Tosca realises she'd exulted and watched as Cavaradossi was shot, complimenting him on his acting skills, she understands she's lost everything... and plunges over the castle ramparts to her death.
It's all very dramatic (even melodramatic, some might say) - but imagine how ludicrous it becomes when the mattress used to break the fall of the soprano singing Tosca was replaced by a trampoline.
Boing.
Boing.
Boing.
Tosca flings herself from the castle ramparts. As the audience gasps in horror, she briefly reappears over the ramparts, then disappears, then appears again, then disappears, then appears...
Ewok, your bird is just like that poor Tosca... Boing, boing, boing...!
