Wheeling Gull Isle eeyore's house

She didn't understand at first, or seemed flummoxed. When it dawned on her she spoke again and the sounds made his ears swivel. He didn't know what that first bit meant - maybe it was something that the islanders spoke and he'd just never noticed before - and then he took in the expression of surprise and subtle flattery that took hold of her burnished face. His tail fanned and wagged a few times, happy to have caused such a reaction.

He opened his mouth again to try and explain why, and didn't have much of a reason. So he did some mental reaching and tried to enunciate so that it was as clear as could be: For.. for say sorry, for.. stig-take-game, his mouth felt oddly dry as he spoke. You like st-ig, I want brig you b.. big, big sti-g. Is... goodt?

God he wished he could speak properly. Clearly. As he came to his conclusion he feared that Moorhen wouldn't understand. Mostly, he felt the dry constriction of his throat and was distracted by a dry, wheezy cough that prevented him from saying more. Once his throat relaxed he was alright, but looked a little flustered.