Sea Lion Shores emigration tunes

mystery. what was it with broads and mystery? murgash's eyes narrowed and had he arms he would have crossed them in a pout -- as far as he was concerned, he was doing all the dames in the world a great and honorable service by being so forthright. that way, the ladies weren't left wondering (for let's face it, what guy doesn't let a lady feel the sting of disappointment?).

she turned back to her feathers and his scowl continued, though he was given ample time to check out her structure while her back was turned. thanks, evolution, for granting the body no eyes in the back of the head! though, as murgash considered the marvel that was binary evolution in its' greatest form, he could not help but wonder if some wolves did have eyes in the back of their head.

like doe, for instance -- who knew it was him that had eaten all her food. witchcraft and sorcery!

his gaze (and mind) snapped back to antigone, and he had no idea what either of the things she said was. "wot's det?" he pressed his ugly muzzle forward, cupping an ear towards her the way a grandpa would adjust a hearing aid: "sounds like ye've got fethers in ye mouth - tokota an' some shit. wot's det, 'yipenyto'? is thet even a word?" he leaned back, making a startling discovery:

she liked feathers.
she liked speaking gibberish.

the lines had to be connected: she was feather brained.