Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 206: The Bird Boss's Insurance Plan

"What is she doing here? Does this mean she's going to be stationed at this school permanently? That's terrifying!"

"Is she going to become the campus bully and send those big birds to pick on us every day?"

"No way... are our days of living outside the law finally over?"

In the middle of the flock, an "old bandit" White Wagtail with slightly weathered feathers tilted its head, offering a bold suggestion:

"How about... we try to get on her good side right now?" We could put on a show for her! Maybe then she'll be nicer to us later—she might even have those big birds look out for us on campus."

The other bandit birds immediately chirped in agreement.

"Great idea!"

"Exactly! And she's a vet! If we get sick in the future, we can go to her, right? That's basically like having... what do humans call it? Medical insurance!"

"Should we call in more birds? There's strength in numbers. We need to make this look official!"

"I bet the other birds want medical insurance too!"

No sooner said than done. This group of savvy little bandits immediately sprang into action to secure their future "happiness."

Nancy's speech was hitting its stride as she described a heart-pounding encounter with poachers. Suddenly, someone in the audience pointed at the sky and shouted, "Look! What is that?"

More and more people looked up, letting out gasps of awe.

Flocks of birds from every direction were converging on the area. Each one carried a variety of wild flowers in its beak. They circled above the podium before simultaneously opening their beaks, letting the petals drift down like colorful rain.

For a moment, it was as if heaven were weeping flowers. The petals fluttered down, landing on Nancy's shoulders, her hair, and the podium itself.

Nancy, who had just been saying, "The poachers were only ten paces away," froze for a split second. She was momentarily dazed by the dreamlike scene, but she quickly regained her composure, her speaking rhythm never faltering.

As the petals brushed against her hair, the contrast made her skin look fairer and her eyes even brighter.

In the midst of the swirling floral rain, Nancy looked as though she were bathed in a soft-focus lens—radiating a sweet, ethereal energy.

The audience and the media were mesmerized, frantically whipping out their phones to capture the stunning sight.

Meanwhile, Nancy was secretly wondering, who on earth arranged this?

That's when the bandit birds flew in, looking cheerfully sycophantic.

Working together, they carried a delicately woven wreath and, with a bit of clumsy effort, managed to settle it steadily onto her head.

Nancy finally realized what was happening: it was these little troublemakers! But a thought immediately crossed her mind: Where did this wreath come from?

There was no way they had woven it themselves on the fly.

Don't tell me... they stole it from some street vendor?

Nancy felt a wave of internal panic!

After presenting the flowers, the birds didn't fly away. Instead, they perched along the backdrop and the edges of the podium, acting like "special guest stars."

The lead White Wagtail was buzzing around like a frantic stage director, chirping orders non-stop:

"Kingfisher! You're the pretty one—take center stage! Yeah, right by the microphone. You're the visual representative!"

"You two swans over there! I'm talking to you! Crouch down! Stop standing up and showing off those big black feet—hide them, hide them!"

The two swans actually obeyed, tucking themselves into elegant, white balls of fluff.

The bandit bird flapped its wings, continuing its stage management:

"Everyone, head tilt—yes, perfect! Now, make a heart! Wow, you guys are natural pros!"

The swans formed a heart with their necks.

Nancy, who was still recounting her tense experience into the microphone, heard every second of this "behind-the-scenes directing." She couldn't help it—her lips curled upward, and she nearly burst into laughter right then and there!

The "Hundred Birds Paying Homage" spectacle was certainly breathtaking.

However, she couldn't stop worrying. With this many birds... please, let's hope none of them lose control and leave any "natural fertilizer" on the stage...

Most birds have very short digestive tracts; they eat and go—they're famous for being "straight-through" systems!

Of course, what she feared most came true. Just then, a brightly feathered little kingfisher perched near the microphone shifted its weight and chirped a tiny, high-pitched plea to the White Wagtail:

"...I—I really need to use the bathroom..."

The old bandit White Wagtail's feathers puffed out instantly, looking like a stern school principal.

"Hold it! Everyone hold it in!"

"This is a major event. No one is allowed to relieve themselves anywhere! We cannot embarrass the Human Boss!"

"Public defecation carries a fine of fifty! Fifty worms!"

Nancy, still in the middle of her poacher story, heard the entire exchange.

She tried her hardest to remain solemn, but she couldn't suppress her smile. Her lips curled up uncontrollably.

These bandit birds were seriously interfering with her performance!