Casual As You Please.
I was sitting at the dining room table, and I heard this sort of tchk tchk tchk long toenails noise, and something bumping against the many hundreds of wine bottles lined up in their serried ranks by the bin, and in walks this giant bird.
it looked at me and kind of carefully lifted up its claws all delicate on the tiles and tchked towards the fridge. I said "hey" reaaal soft. Not like hey get out. More like hey look I don't mind, but I want you to know that I see what you are doing there. Like how you say it when a person is eating a lot of food off your plate. It looked at me some more and then tchked back outside at its own chosen speed.*
On the whole it was an extremely satisfying experience. I went for a run just now and thought about Man's Affinity With Beast all the way there and back.
* the other day we were listening to It Ain't Me Babe in the kitchen, and my dad said "ooooh, that's so brutal. 'Leave at your own chosen speed.' Like I don't care how long it takes, as long as you fuck off." I had never really thought about it, but he is right.
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