[He's almost scared except for the fact that Maui is muttering and not yelling. But even still, the lingering threads of fear (as if it's too good to be true, as if whatever happened out there is going to come back and take Maui and...isn't that why he's standing here?
He can't help but laugh, a little, at the sight of Maui holding that poor bird with an entire second bird's worth of feathers fluttering around him.]
What are you doing to that poor thing? It's not even big enough to eat.
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He can't help but laugh, a little, at the sight of Maui holding that poor bird with an entire second bird's worth of feathers fluttering around him.]
What are you doing to that poor thing? It's not even big enough to eat.