“Wow!” Exclaimed Ozzie.
“Who do you think showed up today?”
The elusive Tricolored Egret passed through on her way north. “How are you, Tricolored Egret,” asked Ozzie with baited breath.
Tricolored Egret was in no mood to chat. She was hungry. She found this nice place beneath the Taj Mahal where plenty of mature secondary consumers thought they were safe. She gobbled them up one by one.
Ozzie was distracted.
“Wow!” Thought Ozzie. “Take a look at those legs!”.
“That a girl,” encouraged Ozzie. “Eat them up.”
Ozzie thought the Tricolored Egret was attractive. Perhaps just a little more than attractive. Ozzie looked at Tri Colored Egret. It made him take a deep breath and his brain went into a zone in which he usually kept closed. “Wow!” He thought. Tricolored Egret looks good.
Ozzie never suspected Harriett could read his thoughts.
“Phooy,” thought Harriett. “It’s just his hormones talking.”
And she paid it no mind.
The Doctor thought this was funny.
The H. sapien that lives with the Doctor in his giant nest gave him “the look.” No words ventured the audible realm.
