21 March 2015
Hildegarde
von Joyfallee is putting her skills learnt while practising to be a chicken spy
to good use. She often manages to remain unobserved by her friends to scoff up the
random pile of oats that descends on occasion from the heavens, thus avoiding
the melee over the more obvious oats in a cup (a tussle from which she
inevitably emerges the loser). To assist in her task she whispers a mantra that
she is rather proud to have invented, lending heavily on ideas she picked up
while reading about Arya in The Game of Thrones: “Black as a shadow, still as a salad sandwich, quiet as a feather duster”.
Her
invisibility-cloak-like ability doesn’t always stand her in good stead,
however, and oftentimes sees her being trampled in a rush of chicken feet when
the oat cup is emptied and the oat pile discovered.
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