I sew you up in a stinking ball with your own dull needles. " "Dull needles!" Chester somewhat belligerent even in the best of moods swelled up visibly at this affront. Had he actually been a cactus he would have fired off a volley of needles immediately-and none of those darts looked dull. "You want your grimy feathers crammed up your snotty snoot?" It was the harpy's turn to swell. Most of its breed were female but this one was male: more of the Queen's rather cutting humor. "Naturally " the bird... read more
