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[mrv3000]

Is it strange to fangirl a fictional dodo? I really have to quote this from First Among Sequels in the Thursday Next series. *is amused* (Maybe I need a cat or something.)

I opened another letter. "Hang on," I said, scanning the lines thoughtfully. "The Swindon Dodo Fanciers Society is offering us thirty grand for Pickers."

I looked across at Pickwick, who had started to do that almost-falling-over thing she does when she goes to sleep standing up.

...

"Thirty grand?" echoed Landen. "Do they know she's a bit challenged in the brain and plumage department?"

"I honestly don't think they care. It would pay off the mortgage."

Pickwick was suddenly wide awake and looking at us with the dodo equivalent of a raised eyebrow, which is indistinguishable from the dodo equivalent of sniffing a raw onion.

"And buy one of those new diesel-molasses hybrid cars," said Landen.

"Or a holiday."

"We could send Friday off to the Swindon Home for Dreary Teenagers," added Landen.

"And Jenny could have a new piano."

It was too much for Pickwick, who fainted dead away in the middle of the table.

"Doesn't have much of a sense of humor, does she?" said Landen with a smile, returning to his paper.

"Not really," I replied, tearing up the letter from the Swindon Dodo Fanciers Society. "But, you know, for a bird of incalculably little brain, I'm sure she understands almost everything we say."

Landen looked at Pickwick, who had by now recovered and was staring suspiciously at her left foot, wondering if it had always been there and, if not, what it might be doing creeping up on her.

"It's not likely."