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Suddenly there came the voice of a mechanical operator, ‘... directory assistance - what name please?’
Saffron suddenly knew that the bird was making a real phone call. She was so flustered that she couldn’t think of anyone but Rowan to ask about, so she repeated the request she had made three minutes ago. Out of Mobo’s mouth came the same numbers that she had just scratched in the earth.
‘That’s crazy Mobo! It’s wicked! You’re a fruit loop bird, hang up!’ she squeaked as the mechanical voice started repeating the number.
‘I’m sorry,’ she murmured, as she saw that the bird’s feathers were all fluffed up in annoyance. ‘I mean ... you’re wonderful, amazing, unbeatable. This whole scene is just so totally weird. I think I know what you can do, but it just shocks me every time.’ She reached out her finger towards him and very gently stroked down his ruffled feathers.
‘It’s O.K. - O.K. - fine, Ronnie; but you humans are the strange ones. Often on T.V. and radio, I hear humans say that they alone can think, can talk, can love. They say all others on this earth are automatically programmed, act only by something called “instinct”. You wait for extra terrestrials to talk to, aliens from another planet.’
‘I never have thought much of that idea,' interrupted Saffron.
‘Humans! Humph! We others on this earth, we are people too. We live our own lives, have our own special skills. We talk - but you humans do not listen.’