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That was all that was on Adalbern's brain as he stared at the kitten, whose name he now knew to be Camelot. Actually, Camelot was decidedly not a kitten, because the archaic-sounding words coming out of her mouth seemed very old indeed. Who was Artio, anyway? Apparently it was his father, but if Adalbern knew anything about his father, it was that his name was not Artio. Not knowing exactly what to do, but deciding to roll along with it like he always did, the black bear gave a hesitant smile and answered, "Hey, Camelot. I'm not sure who Artio is, but my name's Adalbern." With a wink, he added, "You just call me Al, cutie."
OSCAR :: Sparrow :: Male :: Location - Flying away from the Big Tree :: Tags - Open
His words did nothing to cease the clamor at the base of the tree. Finally snapping, the sparrow spread his wings and growled to the wind, "Somewhere quiet, please." Obligingly, the wind stirred around him, and the elderly bird launched himself into the air, allowing the wind to carry him where it willed. Wherever that was, it would surely be a better sleeping spot than all the hubbub.









