[........ The standing puffin does an impressive leap forward and starts wriggling itself into the sweater. It is now a bird with a sweater, and Amy is not. The puffin seems inordinately pleased with itself.

It struts around the ledge, seemingly showing off to all the thirty-odd some other puffins all around. There's more zippercalls and growling bird noises that come from both the cliff and seemingly deeper within it, or maybe that's the echo off the pier. There are a lot of puffins in the audience now.

The standing puffin, henceforth sweater puffin, struts back into its burrow and comes out with something glinting wrapped in more journal paper. Equivalent exchange is real.

Two neighbors, two presents! Presents! Presents!

Perhaps you should look more closely?]