Smoke begins to rise from the small slits atop his bill, his frustration with the seemingly vacant-headed girl growing to full steam as he juts his cane against the ground.
"But ye' aren't a dog, or a duck, or a pig, or any o'ther type 'eh person that I've ever seen!"
Re: 10/Jobs
Smoke begins to rise from the small slits atop his bill, his frustration with the seemingly vacant-headed girl growing to full steam as he juts his cane against the ground.
"But ye' aren't a dog, or a duck, or a pig, or any o'ther type 'eh person that I've ever seen!"