I thank whatever deities there may be (besides me, of course!) that all of the local weirdos have gone home. Today is bound to be better, no matter what happens, just because of their absence.
Hold! What is this?! The human female has been holding out on us! I am peeking at what she packed for “lunch” today and look what I find!
It’s the Eater Bunny’s secret motherlode! I don’t know about you, but I think she’s terribly selfish not to share!
Look, Sigyn–fancy bird eggs! What do you suppose would hatch from them?
Almonds. Almonds would hatch from them? Now, I’m no ornithologist, but I’m pretty sure that’s not natural. @#$%! genetic engineering, mumble, mumble…
What have you got, Sigyn? Sour gummy bears? How are those even remotely related to the Eater Bunny?
NO, Fisi! BAD HYENA! Drop it!
Oh, well, at least it’s the lime one. They’re always the worst.
Sigyn is quite excited about these large gummy flowers. Where were these when we were being flapped at by gigantonormous butterflies? These would have drawn them off us entirely.
What the? More livestock! Who knew they even MADE jelly lambs? I tell you, the minute Sigyn’s back is turned, it’s barbacoa time! Lamb is just cabrito with a curly wig.
Bad Fisi! Stop the drooling and growling right now! You know better than to chase hoofstock! No mutton stew for you!
Norns’ nighties! There is more! A fancy egg, some improbably-hued rabbits, and some basket-bound bantams.
And a simply huge puddle of sunny-side-upness left by a supposedly-housebroken bird of some sort.
Herald, is there something you’d like to share with the rest of the class?