Harriett got up on the wrong side of the nest this morning.
“I know what you are thinking, Doctor! So why don’t you just cut it out! Have a little deference for an egg laying female. Didn’t anyone teach you basic etiquette? Where are your manners?
“Wow, Harriett. Have you got a bug up your cloaca”? The Doctor responded.
“In my??? Why you unfledged primate”!!! Harriett ejaculated.
The Doctor did not realize how touchy Harriett was over having laid only one egg this week. In addition, being relatively new to telepathy, he did not realize his thoughts could be so easily read. Maybe he should change his password.
“I’m sorry, Harriett, said the Doctor. “But I’ve been telling my friends……”
“Oh! Shut down!” Harriett interrupted. “You are just making things worse…… Shut down and sign off”! Do it now!”
Indignation’s bad breath suffused the Doctors senses.
What the Doctor did not know, at this time, was the degree of Harriett’s distress. The Doctor quietly and gently tuned in to Harriett’s aura.
“I thought I felt another egg coming today, but maybe it is just my imagination. Ozzie has been anxious all day. I do not mind saying that this first egg is real beauty. It is far and away the prettiest egg I have ever laid”. Perhaps my hopes are unrealistic, but I was thinking about 3 eggs this year. Ozzie is acting strange. He has not brought me a fish today. I hope he is not mad at me; why should he be? Surely he does not know about Havana.
“Having an argument with Harriett is a very unpleasant experience”, said the Doctor.
He fretted about it most of the afternoon. But, by evening all hurt feelings had resolved.
“It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt”, he thought.
The Doctor was not angry. The Doctor never gets angry. He could sense Harriett checking him out from a distance and it made him feel needed.
With telepathy comes empathy.
All is well on the North River tonight.
Tomorrow is anohter day.