“Why did you peculate my lunch of worms with seeds and to where have you, absconder pigeon, flown?”
“I will have you know that I am au mieux with Mr. Raven and for swift justice he is known.”
“First, he deaves you with his caw. Then, he plucks you with his claw. ‘Thieves feathered will be fettered.’ is law.”
“Hiding in rabble will not delay your fate. What you ate times two is the reparation rate.”
“I would have said ‘yes’ to share. Instead, you get a hard stare. And, if you return, a fiery glare.” ; )
