"Olo, dear, I do believe there are some horses wandering around the inn yard that need your expert care, m'dear", said Birdie sweetly, but Olo just thrust his pitchfork into the haymow and crossed his arms stubbornly.
"Those Elven steeds can take care of themselves, and don't appreciate the attentions of just any hostler. My attentions needed right here, it appears. Miss Holly, just what are you doing with that map, and where did such a thing come from, I'es would like to know." Olo talked to Holly, but his accusive glare was on Birdie.
"Well, don't look at me, young Olo. I had nothing to do with this. Didn't even know she was carrying such a thing. And if I had known, I would have thrown it in the fire. But I'll echo Olo's question; just where did you get such a map. Don't hold it up like that!" Birdie hissed, "Someone might see you." Bird glanced around the stable. She suddenly suspected even the mice in the walls of having unfriendly eyes and ears.
[ November 15, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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