Looks like you're bowing out of this one already. Fair enough, here we go:

Pinion felt as if there was little it could do but hunch its own pink wings into a shrug. "I suppose there isn't much, really."

"Right," muttered the stork and left Pinion by itself.

With no stork to talk to any more Pinion looked back at the layout of the flamingo cage for somewhere more pleasant to stand. It picked out an empty spot where it could tuck its head under its feathers and think about things, and walked over.

That was short and sweet. Pinion's got to decide what to do next now, so why don't you check out its list of options?