Twisted Slough Livin' at my mommas house, we'd argue every month.

The dip of the bird's wing was an odd thing to witness. Even Screech, being a bit dim when it came to wits and cleverness, had the distinct feeling like the bird was trying to communicate; he didn't do much aside from plant his four paws firmly on the earth. Then, as the hawk swept down to the very branch it had indicated, he had to assume the thing had intelligence.

Could it understand him? Eager to figure it out, he sank back on his rear end and tried to assume a posture which might indicate his passive mood. Then he opened his mouth - but he wasn't sure what to say, so he murmured, Do you understand me? Which was straight to the point. Where did you come from? Came after, sort of by accident as he thought out loud.