Heron Lake Plateau Coo coo for cocoa puffs

Chirp? Well that told him exactly nothing. But the actual words she spoke didn't really make much sense either; she might as well have burst into full caroling birdsong as far as Owen's comprehension was concerned. Even if he'd known all the words, put together in sequence they were still so far outside his experience as to be nonsensical. Types? and kisses? and what the hell was "seduce" supposed to mean, and how could he be doing it or got in trouble with Mommy if he didn't even know what it was?! Owen suspected very strongly now that this monster had brain damage that went along with its twiggy legs and misshapen face...hmmm.

He blinked back at Mimic in perfect confusion, and then began to carefully lever himself back up again, now that the fear was subsiding and he had the brainspace to consider how best to maneuver. If he wasn't going to be immediately eaten, he didn't want to be spending the rest of his life stuck on his back here in the dirt, after all. Before he could get very far at all, however, he was interrupted by monsterbird mumbles and—horrors!—its freaky deformed gray mouth closing itself around his little red earflap.

This time Owen really did piddle as he yelped. What the hell, he thought they had at least managed to agree that there was going to be no nomming of little Owens by vicious feathery monsters today! If she was needing to eat someone she could at least pick one of the sisters, couldn't she?! Owen whined at the unfairness of it all, and thought that perhaps the birdmonster had misunderstood— maybe it thought that only taking a very small piece of him, just a single ear, would be permitted as a token payment. Ah ah ah awwrr! half-wailed Owen as he let himself be dragged along for the sake of holding on to that ear. He ineptly raised a stubby paw to swipe at the creature as he reluctantly walked along, however; he really wanted to make sure his jailer knew that he was not okay with this, not one bit. Grow your own ears, you stupid freakish featherduster! Leave mine alone! Then Owen raised his voice again even louder, stumping reluctantly back into the den entryway as he yelled for Mommy @Raven, or even Daddy @Quixote or one of his sisters or someone to come here and do something about this, before this treacherous birdbeast stole his entire ear or yanked off his skin to make itself a fresh puppycoat costume! He couldn't be allowed to lose an entire auricle before his ears had even pricked up properly; surely life wasn't going to be that unfair to him.