Angelic feather dust
“Oh, great! Now I have an itch too! '
“Where? ”
“Everywhere!”
“Then how come that? ”
“By you, of course. That shaking has spread all that angelic feather dust. And that irritates!”
“You know what annoys me? ”
“Well? ”
“All that chatter of yours. I just get there...”
“Yes? ”
“I just get nasty.”
“Awful? ”
'Yes! '
“You already were.”
“No, that's because of you. You make me nasty. And agitated!”
'Just come. Will there be more? ”
'There's a lot more. So much that I.... that I.... that I just don't come out of my words anymore.”
“Then keep your beak.”
“If you do, too. You're just whirling about itching and dust.”
“It's just unhealthy.”
“What do you mean? ”
'I'll explain that to you: there is dust everywhere and too much dust is bad! '
“Hm, that gives food for thought.”
