“Make no mistake about it, Ozzie and I can build a nest worthy of the Taj Mahal,” remarked Harriett. “And we can do it in 10 days no less!”

Ozzie, still bloodied from battle pumped up his chest and bragged about their nest too.

“I do what I have to do.”

“Neither a late start, nor a psychopathic Brute can stop me.”

Harriet settled comfortably in the bowl of their newly built home. Ozzie had brought seaweed, moss and lichen to make the nest “comfy.”

“”Do you like ‘comfy’” asked Ozzie.

“Oh, yes,” replied Harriett with a smile. “I like ‘comfy.’ I like comfy a lot.”

The two of them were acting like teenagers in love.

“Thanks honey.”

Ozzie was proud he had made a comfortable nest for his sweetheart.