“No; there ain’t nuffin’ on ’em—they’re all bones.”
“Do you eat anything else?”
“Snails.”
“Yes, I’ve seen you eat the nasty slimy things.”
“They ain’t nasty slimy things; they’re good.”
“Do you eat anything else?”
“Birds.”
“What?” I said.
“Birds—blackbirds, and thrushes, and sparrers, and starlings. Ketches ’em in traps like I do the rats.”
“But do you really eat rats?”