| "What the trouble with you tutor?" asked grandmother. "He not even care enough to fight with me no more." "He's a bit under the weather concerning Willie," said I, "Bad enough Willie's got that camelion leech on him, now he's changed allegiance -- refuses to leave my shoulder -- not the same parrot at all." |
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Give me a look ye, Willie," said she, "Ye make me big trouble
-- old woman needs her orchids watered." She reached forwarrd
and stroked Willie's back. He stretched himself, clacked his beak, and said "big trouble, big trouble, big trouble." The camelion leech shifted, just perceptably. She said, "Maybe we find some way - get this thing off you. Then you go back - be old Willie." She plucked at the leech, but it flowed off her fingers as if she had tried to lift honey from a plate. Where she had touched it, it changed to the brown color of her fingers for a moment, then blended back to the color of Willie's feathers. "I never see such thing. How it get on him?' |
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