They're birds. [he plucks a sheet off the stack, pressing it flat against the table.] Madoka says they're from her world. I don't know if they're everywhere. [his mouth tugs; he wouldn't know the difference between one or the other.] I don't know what they really look like, but she showed me how to...make one out...of paper...

[his voice staggers a little at the end only because he's trying to do two things at once – not something he's all that good at. so he gets quiet a minute once he's made a couple and stops, trying to remember what was next.]

Uhm...And then, she said...you make a thousand of them. And you get a wish.