Foxglove began, singing under her breath, to untangle the tail. Untangling a panic, unfortunate, set-upon, foolish thing...That was sort of a nostalgic comfort to her. Even if it was a pony this time, and not a bird...But as she worked, she could forget that.
Eventually, Sandy would emerge. Foxglove smiled.
"...There. All done. Would you like some bird seed?"