I just witnessed a magpie making noice on the ground in front of a cheshire cat, sitting on a fence. It was strutting in front of the cat that I have seen eat 2 of his offspring. What feeling is that? It's not revenge. It's not regret. It's pride. And I think I have never seen a "fuck you" so well displayed in all my life. I loved it, and I'm not quite sure why.