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I really can’t leave this work now.’
‘O.K.’ replied Saffron as she shut the door firmly and
whispered to Mobo, who was still perched on the T.V. antennae. ‘The kitten is shut away, I’ll turn this on and then my mother won’t hear us talking.’
‘Yes, yes, I wish to observe reception,’ responded Mobo, bird- volume turned down to equal a whisper.
The bird sat on the back of an armchair, occasionally changing channels by jumping up and down on the remote control while Saffron made sandwiches.
'Here, you might like some of this,' said Saffron to Mobo. The chunky cheese and salad sandwiches were tried and rejected.
‘No-good food for little, brown bird, I will hunt!’ He flew about - nabbed a couple of flies which had come in through the torn screen on Saffron’s window, then searched the floor for worms and beetles.
The floor was not a good hunting ground for insects, but the bird spied a small reddish-brown disk next to a set of bowls by the sink. The thing certainly smelt good, so he pecked at an edge.
‘Excellent bird food! Tasty bird food!’ exclaimed Mobo and it
was down in one gulp.
Mobo’s revenge was
complete. Kiwi was losing her special Kitten Snacks.