Were the benches there stained with tears and perspiration?
No, they were soaked with water but dried quickly.

Were the birdies flying from tree to tree?
No. Birdies were (and are) frying as they go from tree to tree because it's so danged hot.

Was there little to say? No conversation?
Well, Poop-Eye called Too Tall a "rotted, dry-gulching, vulture-eatin', lilly-livered, kitty-kickin', unwashed son of an unwed mother labradoodle" and Too Tall replied that Poop-Eye had odd eating, hygienic and personal habits involving boogers and body lice.

Inquiring minds want to know.
Now the inquiring minds know.