crabbily

Updated: May 23, 2025

"There, at last," said Mrs Flutethroat, "if you sleep after that fashion, that old green-eyed cat must have you some day, and I shall be made a disconsolate widow." "Well, what's the matter?" said Flutethroat, opening his yellow bill quite an inch, and gaping dreadfully without putting a wing before his mouth. "What's the matter?" said his mate crabbily.

George Manville Fenn - Featherland: How the Birds lived at Greenlawn