T’reka meets a chicken
Her heart was already pounding as she scuttled from hiding place to hiding place in the human settlement. Their buildings were partially subterranean. Though some sat above the ground. Far above the ground. On a pole.
T’reka almost had a coronary when one of the residents of the strange little house said, “Cake?”
She remembered her breathing, and watched as her vital signs returned from red-lines. Only then, did she investigate.
“Cake… cake… sweet-sweet-sweet.”
There were… avians… inside the little house. Round things with tiny heads and rubbery, wobbly crests.
“I don’t have any cake. I do not have sweets.”
“Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet!” The creature seemed agitated.
T’reka backed away and it went back to saying ‘cake’ again.
*
T’reka watched the birds in the company of Su-syn. “They are not intelligent.”
“Dumb as bricks,” Susan agreed cheerfully. “Why would you think they were?”
She shrank a little in mortification. “Their calls sound much like Numidid words.”
“Really? What do they say?”
“Mostly… ‘cake’ and ‘sweet’. That one…” T’reka indicated a crowing rooster, “sounds like it is dying a horrible death.”
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