"Yes, it was a question of something a bit more serious than your auntie's finches or a grisette's canary..." He watches the cats eat, and tries to remember. Birds, birds, but they were talking birds, thinking birds, little thinking people.
Lesgle yawns hugely, and then "--Alcmaeon! Yours was Alcmaeon, wasn't it? He was just like you. Well--I know that doesn't sound flattering, but it is, he was a bright little fellow..."
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Date: 26 Jul 2015 16:43 (UTC)Lesgle yawns hugely, and then "--Alcmaeon! Yours was Alcmaeon, wasn't it? He was just like you. Well--I know that doesn't sound flattering, but it is, he was a bright little fellow..."