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Zandrian: how does vole taste dressed with catnip? Sort of like chicken stuffed with sage and onion?

Never had that, but being the best squirrel spy in the business I know what humans get up to; they can keep nothing from me...

</ Vole tastes like any other rodent. />

*Naia licks her chops*

</ The catnip just makes it more fun. />

*makes eye contact with Zandrian*

</ So tell me, O Spymaster Scuridae, why does the red dot appear only when my pet humans are around? />

*Naia licks her chops again, more slowly this time*

Hmmm red dot reminds me of a certain movie I saw during basic spy training...

You have to be in control and they need to know it!! Otherwise the slave species will get out of hand....

</ Oh, they are not my slaves. Ours is a symbiotic relationship. They feed me, brush my fur, play with me, and give me catnip. In return, I grace them with my presence and purr for them now and then. See? Purrfect equity! />

*strikes a noble pose*

</ Besides, who wouldn't want to be near such purrfection? />

purrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...

Emily emerges from a bed of russet-coloured leaves and shakes her tail feather in an innocuous and traditionally duck-like way. Her webbed feet trod happily toward Jessie, Samantha and the other cats as she quacks enthusiastic greetings, hoping there will be bread to break with the newest addition to their fold.

</ Hey, Em! What's quacking? />

purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

</ Oh! Looks like my humans are gonna feed me again! Be back shortly! />

*trots back into her house*

Oh, said all the cats. This makes me nostalgic for the old days of the great stories on the Siamese cat site. How we miss it, but this great story brings those days back for me, said Samantha, Peter, Paul, Prince, C.C. and all the other kitties and animals here.

Jessie runs happily amidst thr new arrivals sniffing and giving cheek rubs to everyone

Oh what pretty ducks! Welcome Quackenbush and Emily! Could I perhaps have a nibble of your ‘ vole’ Naia? It smells intriguing. I would advise caution on treating the humans as equals, no knowing where it might lead! It starts with collars and collars then have leashes- its a slippery slope my friend. No I am a princess and I need to have that respected.

Aside: Is it just me, or do other people have a distinct visual impression of this setting? It occurred to me that I am picturing my grandfather's waterfront property with the crag and the fallen fir tree, although I haven't been there since I was nearly 16. Naia sits on the wall to an old stable. I assumed everyone else saw the exact same scene but it just dawned on me that my vision can't possibly be shared among us all... Just wondering how 'visual' other people are for imaginary places (that's a common AQ question from assessments).

Emily the Duck

I'm thinking of a lake in the Northeast United States. Perhaps in the Adirondack or Catskill Mountains.

I am trying to post an image but on phone as computer updating. I drew something before i read your comment ....

Jessie: See my little crown? That proves I'm a princess...

Emily and Quackenbush did you see any sprites while you were swimming on the lake? Lake Bronte? (sorry my paws can't find the dots for the e... they fell off .. <--here they are) Did you see anything? Zarian saw something and heard some music but it was while I was eating so I wasn't paying attention.

Emily ruffles with a gentle fanning sound, flaps her wings in excitement and beseeches the cats to draw near. Zandrian and Naia peer casually from their resting spots, curious yet reserved by two sets of equally impeccable tact. "I have a story to share!", the mottled duck hen begins in earnest. "Lend me your ears!" A hush falls across the violet land as she motions toward Lake Brontë. "As I was approaching the shoreline, a most curious event befell my eyes! A myriad of sprites rose above the waves! I scarce believed my eyes but it was true! They shone like diamonds, each a perfect will-o-the-wisp with miniature wings more glorious than a thousand fireflies! Their music began as a hum but soon enveloped the entirety of our land, causing me synaesthesia which bore the taste of magic!" Jessie cocks her head and stares such that her tiara slips to one side while the others begin a litany of questions, too numerous to answer at one call.

Quackenbush notes the Genius before His eyes, and sees Emily in a new light...

There is restive Wisdom within Emily now; whereas, before, she seemed slightly too spriteful, a little too scattered.

Now, though, Quackenbush knows that Emily’s values are stalwart.