The
Nightingale
The seer cat looked up at the woman who spoke to him, a mouthful of feathers in his maw. He elegantly tucked the feathers into his pink and yellow polka-dot necktie before looking at her again with such disdain and judgement one might melt in embarrassment. "None of your business." he harrumphed at the woman.
"Branbast be nice!" came a woman's voice. Phoebe hurried over and plucked the feathers from his tie. "I told you just shed feathers not to pluck them!" she huffed at the cat before looking at the woman. "Sorry about him. He can be rude to strangers."
"Branbast be nice!" came a woman's voice. Phoebe hurried over and plucked the feathers from his tie. "I told you just shed feathers not to pluck them!" she huffed at the cat before looking at the woman. "Sorry about him. He can be rude to strangers."
'cause I think everyone
deserves a chance to fly
deserves a chance to fly
