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[The PCD catches Break singing has he manages the dishes.]

Twelve for the twelve Apostles
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April Rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,

[Up to his elbows in soap, voice pleasant, but wheezy.]

Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the Gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two, two, the lily-white boys,
Clothèd all in green, O and
One is one and all alone
And evermore shall be so!

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Care to hold it while I look? I do need both hands.

I don't want to get anywhere near it.

[But he does, getting it by the nape of the neck.]

Just hold tight, that way the worst it can do is flap and flail at you.

[Hopefully.

Delving back into the bush, parting the thing limbs and leaves as he searches throughout it for anything.]

If something is found it will either be some sot of nest or a kill.

I don't know if I want to fight a snake for a carcass.

[He makes a face.]

You could make a pet of it.

[Chuckling to himself as he gets to the bottom of the bush, shifting a bit of leaf litter around.]

It is a little pretty, isn't it?

It is.

[Rocking back on his heels, dusting hands off.]

Though, I'm afraid it was only this little thing that was here. Perhaps it had been after something.

Is it hurt badly? I'm not sure it'd be humane to let it go.

The knife had it pinned to the tree by a wing, other than that-

All right, little snake-bird?

[Peering at it close.]

[It's coming out of it's stunned state slowly, that one wing tucked close to it's body, starting to wiggle.]

Put it in the bag, carefully. The darkness might help keep the little thing calm.

[He puts it in the bag, and holds it close. For warmth.]

Growing attached, Break?

[Scanning over the area when he finally rises from his search through the bush.]

Nooooo.

Shall we continue on?

All right.

His name is Oswald.

Fitting.

He's coming to live with us.

He'll keep the little pests out. Charlie is still living at the butler's, he's rather attached to felines, so there's no worry of them not getting along.

Poor Charlie.

Oh yes, poor spoiled Charlie.

[It's a good humored laugh.]

It'll make visiting there extra worth it.

I do suspect the little dear does miss you.

Look-

[Derailing the conversation to point at a nest in the tree.]

Ah-

[Looking towards the nest as his head tilts.]

I'll go look to see if anyone is home- or what is home.

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