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[my_numbertwo]

[There seems to be something going on in the hay field. The stalks keep rustling as if someone were rolling in it

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[hisamputee]

*. . . peers over the hay*

[my_numbertwo]

. . . Hi.

[hisamputee]

Rrrrh.

*looking at the paper*

[my_numbertwo]

[starting on a picture of baby's breath. . . holding it out towards him to see better]

I'm surprised you can't talk.

[hisamputee]

*shakes himself off a bit, irritable, and bends to examine the picture more closely. his breath rustles the paper.*

[my_numbertwo]

Sorry, most of the ones around here can.

[pulling it away a little] And I can't draw if it's wet.

[hisamputee]

*gives him an indignant look. isn't DROOLING or anything. pulls back and settles down to watch, out of touching distance.*

[my_numbertwo]

[. . . settles down facing him, starting to draw]

You're smart, aren't you?

[hisamputee]

*noncommittal snort.*

[my_numbertwo]

Right, right. It goes without saying.

Hmm. . . How long have you been here? You saw the swamp?

[hisamputee]

*nodnod! looks around at the hayfield with a mildly bemused expression.*

[my_numbertwo]

It's cleaner and smells less, at least.

[hisamputee]

*looks up at the sky and grins*

[my_numbertwo]

Hmm? Ohh, you can fly.

[hisamputee]

*nods, though he shakes out and refolds his wings and shifts in a cagey way.*

[my_numbertwo]

[back to drawing]

You can leave if you want, of course, but if you could wait five more minutes. . . ?