Sing, Birdie, Sing!

I have another favor to ask. I set snares everywhere on the cliff. I wanted to catch singing birds. Aviak ladies like singing birds a lot. They also like lucky hunters who catch birds. Though I'm not so lucky. Birds got into snares and sat quiet. As soon as I fly near, birds thrash their wings, try flying away... Snares are strong and birds are dumb - they often die from fear! But you - you walk silently. No wings, no wind. Birds will not fear a wingless one. Take them carefully out of snares them to me. I'll make bouquets, tie to birds' feet and give them to ladies. They will favor mecook crabs for me and serve maize broth and cane tincture. Celebrate!

Do not eat birds, wingless outlander! Do not eat singing birds, listen to them. If a bird starts singing in your belly, it will scare away the whole village. The sound will be just horrible...

You've been a great help, wingless one. Now, I will make huge bouquets and give them to ladies. They will favor me very much.