"Sir, you can't abuse that animal. It hasn't done anything wrong; making sounds is in its nature. Please let go of it, or I will propose to the organizing committee that you be disqualified."
When the others heard this, their attention snapped back to him. The already somewhat noisy lounge grew even more clamorous as everyone waited to see how the situation would unfold.
Feng Mountain was both exasperated and amused. He quickly tried to explain.
"It's a misunderstanding. I'm not abusing it. This little fella has a bad attitude—it spews profanities the moment it opens its beak. I'm just teaching it some manners."
But the wildlife rescue nominee looked skeptical, clearly not believing Feng Mountain's words. He remained standing there, his gaze fixed on Feng Mountain, waiting for him to let go. The situation reached an impasse.
'You're forcing my hand.'
'Don't regret this later.'
