Squawkers looked upset and sighed "I think

Squawkers looked upset and sighed "I think hell just froze over, because the unimaginable just happened. It must be the end of the world. Nannerpuss no longer likes Pancakes."

How can that be? I mean, Nannerpus IS pancakes. That's like unicorns no longer liking glitter, or monkeys not wanting to be smuggled. This made Squawkers even more depressed. So,

Squawkers decided to not think about pancakes and instead focused on waffles. The intergalactic cheese odyssey was famed for its feta waffles; surely Nannerpus would

oblige him with a serving of deep fried feta waffle. Mhhh... Saliva began to drip from his beak and he got 'that look'. Nannerpus knew. He wanted to fatten up Squawkers, & drizzled

cloaca." Squawkers flew out into the night. Why had the strange offer made him feel so alienated. It wasn't the first time. He hated himself for allowing others to get to him

At the end of his shift. Nona understood, so she sat on their eggs and let him enjoy a big meal alone. She had killed a parakeet whose feathers were delicious. The eyases wanted

Squackers to read them the story about John Gualt again. Squackers knew how Nona felt about his "coddling" of their nascent obsession with all things Ayn Rand. He read My Pet Goat.

"Baaah. bah bah Baaaaaah." he said. Close to tears, I couldn't help but wimper. "Goats have such a way with words."

They also have a way with hooves, as was evidenced by the two hoofprint-shaped bruises that appeared on my bottom soon after. I liked them so much I had them tattooed there.