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“You’re not helping your cause,” grumbled Cougar. Then his eyes
widened. “But that gives me an idea. I will let you feast upon the
parasites crawling on my skin if you will deposit their digested residue
on those parasites getting under my skin.”
“You mean—”
“Yes. Some of those misshapen chicken-hearts just love to torment
me, knowing I can’t jump out and break their necks. When I give you
the high sign—” he gave a throaty growl and twitched his tail— “I
want you to stop your pecking and bomb the loudmouth heckling
me.”
“Gladly! If he isn’t wearing a hat, I’ll shampoo his head. If he’s
carrying a bag of popcorn or cotton candy I’ll give it a topping.
They’ll never guess it was deliberate.”
Cougar slowly winked his eyes. His ears swiveled, detecting the
still-distant squeals and shouts of the first visitors of the day.
“Then we’ll try it, my fine feathered friend. But remember: my eye
is on you, Sparrow.”

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