I want it on record that I don’t always cause mischief and break things. Sometimes I actually fix things! Today, for example, I am taking care of one of the human female’s blunders. One of her coworkers has a quaint little penguin made largely of seashells, and the human female oafishly knocked into it and sent it hurtling toward the ground, breaking off one of its wings. She’s too ham-fisted for delicate repair work, so I offered to help with the repairs, with Sigyn as my lovely assistant.
See? Here is the patient.
You will observe that on the right side he has a fine, healthy wing.
Whereas on the left side—
I know. It IS very sad. Poor, brave penguin. But as you can see, I’ve got the wing. All we need to do is reattach it. I will prep the bird for surgery. You go fetch the wherewithal to mend him.
Mmmm. No. I don’t think that will hold. We need something stronger.
Well, yes, tape probably would get the wing to stay on, but, my love, we want to do this as invisibly as possible.
Um. Yes, all right. This stuff would hold the wing on, but it dries rather rubbery and flexible. We need a good, solid glue.
Sigh. You’re getting warmer, dearest. Glue is definitely the way to go, but isn’t there something stronger in the house? Go check in the catch-all drawer in the kitchen. There’s bound to be something in there that would work.
Bingo! This will do the trick nicely. Mister Penguin will have to sit quietly for a day or two, but he should be just fine afterwards. We’ll have him recuperate in the garage, though, because by Idunn’s itty bitty apples, this stuff stinks!
There! He’ll be good as new! Sigyn, why don’t you lead him off to rest while I think of clever and delightful ways to affix the human female’s belongings to various inconvenient surfaces and objects…