And Missus sicked her dachshund at my heels.
[Grinning.]
Eh, master, it’s your shoe that pinches!
SHY
When cats invade bird-temples, boy, it feels
Good to be wicked.
But tell me of our forest planting ground:
What shrubs and creepers have you found
And marked, to make our shelter thicket?
QUERCUS