Well, hello again! I hope your month has been a little less eventful than mine. Do sit down, and I'll spill the beans.
The last time we spoke, I mentioned visiting Sarah Stockton before she set out to Paris to join back up with the Circus. I intended to offer her one of my finest tail feathers so she could make a new quill pen ( you know how keen she is on sending notes), and in exchange, I was hoping she might send me a little something from the markets of Paris. Well, as luck would have it, Jayne agreed to take us over, and so last Thursday, we set off together for a little visit.
I plucked out one of my finest tail feathers the day before (now that was a painful process; they are rather well attached back there), and of course, I made sure to air out the area (I can't have Sarah catching so much as a whiff of blood; foxes can never be trusted if you're a bird).
When we arrived, she greeted us cordially, welcomed us into her burrow, and made us a lovely pot of tea. It was quite a giggle watching Jayne trying to squeeze through the door and perch on Sarah's small sofa with her knees up to her ears!
I finally found the right moment to bring up the subject of the feather and trinket exchange and was just reaching into my bag to bring it out when Robin, filled with a sudden passion for an exchange of his own, bent forward and pulled a beak full of down from his chest which he dropped on the table before us and asked if he could get something too!
Well, the whole thing turned into a bit of a fiasco. I saw Sarah's yellow eyes almost pop out of her head when she saw the pink skin of his little plucked breast! (Jayne is making him a little waistcoat today to cover it over until the feathers grow back).
The crazy thing is, he seemed blissfully oblivious and started on about wanting something from the moon; it was all very confusing, I can tell you.
Jayne obviously sensed the danger of the situation, and we left soon after. Sarah accepted the feather and thanked us for the visit, promising to send along items from the market for both of us. But I noticed how she watched carefully from the window as we left and how Jayne made a bit of a show in popping Robin safely into her carpet bag for the journey home.
Recalling all this has quite taken the wind out of my sails, and I feel the need for refreshments if I am to face the rest of the day. I'll pass you over to Robin, though I'm not sure he'll make much sense.
Until next time, take care and don't spare the treats.
Quentin.
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