Oh, this was just too much! First a ghost had appeared in Bird's cabin, and now it had insulted her...and thown a pillow at her!
Birdie crouched at the head of the bed, white-faced and shaking, as the "ghost" rolled on the floor in a fit of hysterical laughter.
Slowly, the changling crawled forward, and grasping a fishing pole leaning by the bed, extended it as far as she could and poked at the mirthful "spirit". It bent! Bird dropped the pole and retreated back to the bulkhead.
Pio? You're...alive?" Then she fainted.
[ September 07, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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