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piosenniel · 05-09-2006, 02:21 PM

Wren perched on the crossbeam of the ceiling and cast a beady black eye down on the proceedings below. Many of his feathered confederates were also

A number of the smaller birds had flown up the cross beams of the room, wanting to be out of the way of the larger animals. Wren, too, was perched there, ruffling his feathers in a rather indignant manner as he cast a beady black eye at the proceedings below.

‘Kestrels and the merlins!’ he spluttered to himself, catching the conversation between the cat and Owl. ‘Of course you don’t want to try bossing them about,’ he muttered to himself. ‘You lily-livered bird-killer! They’d peck your sneaky little eyes out and leave you for the wolves to make mincemeat of.’ The little brown bird hopped up and down on the beam indignantly at the very thought of a cat trying to put some sense into his head.

Still, he wanted to help . . . and Owl looked to be too involved in his business with the bigger birds to take any note of the smaller. Wren gave a loud trill, calling all the songbirds up the crossbeams. ‘Quiet!’ he ordered, in a quite officious manner as the last of the little twitterers flew up in a rush of feathers to the high perch. With their heads cocked toward him, the little birds gave him their attention.

The sudden silence surprised him . . . as much for the fact that they had actually listened to him as for the fact that a place unfilled with their chattering seemed so cheerless. ‘Listen up, my friends,’ Wren went on. ‘I think the . . . C-A-T down there might have an idea of how we can help against the wolves that are on the way.’ One of the chickadees fluttered her wings, looking as if she might fly down to where Tevildo sat.

‘Sit tight, missy!’ he called to her. ‘No reason to get within tooth and claw reach of him. We all should stay here out of his reach while he tells us his plan.’

Wren leaned over the side of the beam and whistled at Tevildo to attract his attention. ‘Hey you! White cat! We hear you have a plan in mind.’ A score or so of little glittering eyes looked down at the cat from above. ‘And speak up, please! We’re not coming any closer . . .’

05-09-2006, 02:21 PM	#150
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Wren perched on the crossbeam of the ceiling and cast a beady black eye down on the proceedings below. Many of his feathered confederates were also A number of the smaller birds had flown up the cross beams of the room, wanting to be out of the way of the larger animals. Wren, too, was perched there, ruffling his feathers in a rather indignant manner as he cast a beady black eye at the proceedings below. ‘Kestrels and the merlins!’ he spluttered to himself, catching the conversation between the cat and Owl. ‘Of course you don’t want to try bossing them about,’ he muttered to himself. ‘You lily-livered bird-killer! They’d peck your sneaky little eyes out and leave you for the wolves to make mincemeat of.’ The little brown bird hopped up and down on the beam indignantly at the very thought of a cat trying to put some sense into his head. Still, he wanted to help . . . and Owl looked to be too involved in his business with the bigger birds to take any note of the smaller. Wren gave a loud trill, calling all the songbirds up the crossbeams. ‘Quiet!’ he ordered, in a quite officious manner as the last of the little twitterers flew up in a rush of feathers to the high perch. With their heads cocked toward him, the little birds gave him their attention. The sudden silence surprised him . . . as much for the fact that they had actually listened to him as for the fact that a place unfilled with their chattering seemed so cheerless. ‘Listen up, my friends,’ Wren went on. ‘I think the . . . C-A-T down there might have an idea of how we can help against the wolves that are on the way.’ One of the chickadees fluttered her wings, looking as if she might fly down to where Tevildo sat. ‘Sit tight, missy!’ he called to her. ‘No reason to get within tooth and claw reach of him. We all should stay here out of his reach while he tells us his plan.’ Wren leaned over the side of the beam and whistled at Tevildo to attract his attention. ‘Hey you! White cat! We hear you have a plan in mind.’ A score or so of little glittering eyes looked down at the cat from above. ‘And speak up, please! We’re not coming any closer . . .’ Last edited by piosenniel; 05-10-2006 at 11:57 AM.