Magpie continued to sweep her walk as the line of barely-out-of-the-nest beggars could be heard coming down the lane. “Oh that lot! Always with a paw out and their beaks open. Shameful that is! Well, best go get my cookie jar afore they get here.”
Detective Magpie and his partner sat at the diner counter drinking coffee. “When I said I had crone’s disease, I meant my wife and her sister.”
Magpie watched the line of orphans go by before bringing her beak down sharply on the dawdler.