"Our tower! Our lovely, dung-encrusted home! It's gone!"
"Well, it's not as if it was a total surprise, is it? Been expecting it to collapse for years now. That's why they canceled our policy."
"But where will we go? What will we do?"
"I don't know about the rest of you, but as for me, I'm off to the Food Courts of Topfloorien."
"What's that?"
"Crebain heaven, that's what, m'lads! My second cousin, once removed on me mother's side, moved there a few years back. He says all the crebain just strut around on the ground all day long, and the Elves throw food at them. Perfectly good food, all day long. You don't have to lift a wing."
"But why would they do that?"
"Well, if they thought we were crebain, they wouldn't. That's why we have to speak another, secret language when we're in the Food Courts of Topfloorien."
"Teach us! Teach us!"
"Alright then. Now listen carefully, and repeat after me: Coooooo! Coooooo!"
"caaaaawwwww! caaaaawwwww!"
"Nah! That's not it! It comes from the belly, not the throat. Let's try again: Cooooooo! Cooooooo!"
"Caw-ooooo! Caw-oooooo!
"Oooooh! Close, very close. Let's try it again..."
[ March 05, 2003: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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