‘It’s reincarnation time, Neville. You’ve selected a bird for your next life. Here’s a list to choose from.
An owl…I’d be craftier than in my previous life, Neville muses.
Or a handsome peacock, although I never was one for looks.
I could be a pigeon – not a homing one. Never had a proper home, except for when I lodged at HM’s pleasure.
A red robin’s tempting, but snow-covered feathers in winter don’t appeal.
‘This one fits the bill; harks back to my former profession.’
‘What’s your bird of choice, Neville?’
‘Magpie.’
‘And your former profession was?’
‘Jewel thief…anything that glittered.’
An owl…I’d be craftier than in my previous life, Neville muses.
Or a handsome peacock, although I never was one for looks.
I could be a pigeon – not a homing one. Never had a proper home, except for when I lodged at HM’s pleasure.
A red robin’s tempting, but snow-covered feathers in winter don’t appeal.
‘This one fits the bill; harks back to my former profession.’
‘What’s your bird of choice, Neville?’
‘Magpie.’
‘And your former profession was?’
‘Jewel thief…anything that glittered.’
