Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27798784-20160403010314/@comment-27039035-20160411022735

Bear stared at Stoneteller for a very long time, as if thinking of the correct response. Being a tom-cat, though, he was probably just zoned out. They usually were, even without catmint. "Eagle? I . . . what?" He groaned at the prospect of answering, covering his face with a paw theatrically. "Eagles . . . They try to kill me . . . I try to kill them . . . They try to eat me . . . I try to eat them . . . what is that . . . love? . . . Is that . . . what the kids . . . call it . . . these days? I . . ." His eyes suddenly widened, his mouth gaped open in realization. "I love eagles!" He practically shouted it from the rooftops. "My stomach has spoken."