Kit and my dad and I were talking about a swan who was injured on the Cam.
My dad: So what happened to the swan?
Marn: I heard the RSPB took him to a rehabilitation place in Norfolk until he was better, but he's back in Cambridge now. They said they hoped he'd find his wife again and settle down-- you know they mate for life. I was just imagining the conversation, though. "Where have you BEEN all this time?" "Er, Norfolk." "A likely story!"
My dad: "I can smell birdseed on your breath!"
Kit: "And is that a feather on your shoulder?"
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