KIKI-THE-DEMURE
He speaks better than She does.
TOBY-DOG, (_incompetent_)
Ah?... Tell me, do birds taste anything like chicken?
KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_whose eyes light up suddenly_)
No ... they're far better, they're alive. Ha, the quivering bird, the
warm feathers, the delicious little brain ... you feel it all crackling
between your teeth!
TOBY-DOG
Oh, you make me sick! It always worries me to see tiny animals like that
flutter about ... and birds are dear, good little things.
KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_dryly_)
Don't you believe it, they're only good to eat. They're noisy, stupid
creatures, infatuated with themselves, _made_ to be eaten. ... You know
the two jays?
TOBY-DOG
Not very well.
KIKI-THE-DEMURE They live in the little wood. When I walk by they laugh
a sardonic "tiac, tiac," because I wear a bell at my neck. In vain do I
hold my head very stiffly and put my paws down _very_ gently, my bell
tinkles and the two creatures scream from the top of the fir-tree. Just
let me get hold of them, one of these days!...
(_He lays back his ears and raises the hair along his back_.
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