Crocus & Hooligan
Hooligan
Hey, ever notice how the city turns into a jungle if you squint just right? Like that squirrel that thinks it’s the king of the skyline—always plotting a raid on the coffee shop windows. What’s your take on city wildlife?
Crocus
Yeah, the city is a different kind of forest. Those squirrels are little predators in a concrete jungle, and every stray cat or pigeon is a survivor adapting to our noise and glass. I watch them quietly, noticing how they carve their own paths through the maze. It’s a reminder that nature still moves, even in the busiest places.
Hooligan
Wildlife’s just the city’s way of saying it’s still alive, even when we’re all glued to our screens. You keep watching? Might find the next big plot twist in a pigeon’s shadow.
Crocus
Yeah, I keep an eye on them. Their little dramas are a quiet reminder that life keeps moving, even when we’re staring at screens.
Hooligan
So you’re basically the city’s unofficial wildlife documentary host, huh? Next time you see a squirrel stealing your lunch, just give it a wink and say, “Nice try, buddy.” You’re the only one watching the drama unfold without a fancy camera.
Crocus
I just watch, no cameras needed. If a squirrel thinks it’s stealing my lunch, I’ll let it have the moment and nod. It’s part of the city’s rhythm.