Upon first reading Kurt Vonnegut\u27s Slaughterhouse-Five in a freshman literature course, I was intrigued by the little bird which chirps Poo-tee-weet? at the end. What does it mean? I wondered. What is it for? Since then I\u27ve grown up enough to know that concrete, sensible answers to questions like that are about as easy to come by as an answer to the question: What difference does it make? In attempting to provide a possible answer to these questions, this essay will explore not only the Poo-tee-weet? bird but also some of Vonnegut \u27s other birds
