Conrad73: A Bird bleeds red too!
Shylock:
I am a Bird. Hath not a Bird eyes? Hath not a Bird wings,
organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases,
heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as any other Creature is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
The Merchant Of Fowl Act 3, scene 1, 58–68
Plagiarized from the Great Bard Bill Shakespeare!