Frances chattered in satisfaction when she found out she still had a card up her... wing. She could give him a tickle with a fluffing up or even nip his ear if there were dire times. This she could handle. He walked through the streets, a pitching only a little from side to side, which was manageable as long as she paid attention. The expressions they got when someone noticed the fluffy tumor on his shoulder made her snicker and maybe even enjoy the good parts.
She snorted, which came out more as a tiny sneeze than a snort, and focused on carefully trying to trill-warble through the first seven notes of the movie's theme. It was shaky but at least not too tone-deaf.
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