“Your Waterfowl Impression is Horrible”
spire composed of the twisted tails of four bronze dragons- Swirly, swirly, swirly!
- charm the knickers off you
- a bastard by birth
- there’s just no pleasing you
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“Your waterfowl impression is horrible,” Oksana said.
Jim pouted up at her. “I wonder sometimes why I bother, when there’s just no pleasing you.”
At that she laughed, and even blushed a bit. “Is your memory so brief? Are you a simpleton by nature, or just a bastard by birth?”
She must be getting this out of her system before presenting him for auction, I thought. Otherwise, she really needed to work on her sales pitch.
In any case, Jim wasn’t offended. He chuckled low and throaty, saying, “I got birdcalls that could charm the knickers off you.”
“Let’s hear one, then.”
It was hard to know how much the drugs were contributing to Jim’s actions, and how much he was just making a spectacle of himself. He contorted his lips and emitted a trilling noise that sounded like a small child yelling “Swirly, swirly, swirly!”
Oksana posed with her hand on her cocked hip, and threw back her head in maniacal glee.
But I glanced around nervously. The weird trilling noise was, in fact, an uncanny rendition of an animal call I hadn’t heard in a long time, not since my brief stint at a monastery founded by a wealthy, eccentric Dane, where the cloister’s tower held a spire composed of the twisted tails of four bronze dragons.
How did Jim know the cry of the Himalayan Snowcock?
bonus points for using them in reverse order