June 26
I accidentally woke up Meghan when I tried to use the corner of the blanket to wipe a little bit of drool off her breast. She hit me in the chin with her hand and then we both said that we were sorry at the same time and then we started laughing and then she took the blanket out of my mouth and wiped it off herself. Then she said that horse drool wasn't very romantic and I told her that she'd drooled in my mane last night, and then we both started to giggle again.
It's hard to go back to sleep when you're giggly. And for the rest of the time we were in bed, we'd sort of calm down a little bit and then start again.
I had a little bit of a hangover from the beer last night, and she said that she did too, and I said that waffles would be the perfect thing to eat for breakfast. She told me that I had an unhealthy obsession with waffles, but then she came into the kitchen and showed me how to make the batter.
At first, she tried to crouch down so that I could see what she was doing, but that looked kind of awkward for her so I flew up and sat on the counter next to the sink, and she let me help even. She measured out the water by guessing 'cause I still didn't have a measuring cup, then put an egg in and the batter and said that it had to be stirred with the spoon, so I did that while she held the bowl. And we got some little bits of batter on us and she started giggling again when I licked it off.
Once all the lumps were gone, which she had to help with, she plugged the wafflemaker into the wall and we waited until it got hot and then I knew what to do after that.
She said that since I was in charge of the waffles, she was going to make scrambled eggs, and she put a pan on the stove and I warned her that it would try and burn her, but she was tall enough that her arm could easily reach across the top and not be in any danger from the flames, and I was kind of jealous of that.
It looked like scrambled eggs were pretty easy to make; she just cracked some eggs open in the pan and then moved them around with a spatula, and she put some chedder cheese chunks in it, too.
When it was done she piled them all on a plate which kind of crowded out the waffles and she laughed and said that I was the only apartment-dweller she knew of that only had one of each utensil and I guess I should have thought to get more but I hadn't seen the reason to have more than one plate or bowl or cup.
Meghan told me that there was a store called Goodwill that sold used plates and bowls and cups and silverware and that it was very cheap and maybe we should go there. I thought that was a good idea, and would be something that we could do today after breakfast and maybe a shower.
I kinda wanted to fly today, too, but I'd feel bad leaving Meghan behind.
We ate breakfast together in the papasan and watched as the birds ate their breakfast (and the squirrel, too). There wasn't a really good way to sit so that we could both use the plate so we took turns, and she tried to balance the plate on my head and feed me, too, but that didn't work out as well as she'd wanted it to 'cause the waffle fell off and landed on her lap and she almost got me in the eye with the fork when I leaned down to get the waffle back.
Once we were done eating, I said that I really wanted to fly today 'cause the weather was pretty nice and I hadn't flown hardly at all yesterday, and Meghan said that was okay, as long as I wasn't planning to stay away all day. I wasn't, and I said that when I got back we could take a shower together and then go to the Goodwill store to get plates.
So I put on my flight gear and she helped me strap on my radio and altimeter and then I went out to the balcony and got permission to fly and took off.
I stayed low at first, 'cause I wanted to check on Aric's bird feeder and make sure that it was still full, so I just flew along the street and then when I got to his house I flew up the driveway and over not-Winston and there were enough seeds in it to last for a couple more days, so I went up into the sky.
It had been clear, but now there were clouds coming in and I could feel a little breeze and the temperature dropping some so I thought it would probably rain but it didn't look like it was going to be all that much.
I didn't really have any place in mind to fly to, so I made a lazy loop of the triangle, all the way up to the 131 Highway and then across to Stadium Drive and back home again. I did a few dive exercises and then just for fun some wing rolls and I was a little bit sloppy at them. It's weird how something that I used to do all the time without thinking now was a little bit of effort, 'cause I wasn't spending nearly as much time in the air as I would back in Equestria.
When I landed on my balcony and looked inside I saw that Meghan was sitting on the papasan reading one of my poetry books, and she'd put her shirt on, but when she got up out of the chair I saw that was all.
We didn't try to start with a bath today; just took a shower and she made me rinse off first 'cause of all the lather on my coat. I'd kind of pushed myself a little bit on the last part of my flight but not as much as I could have.
She thought it was funny that I tilted my head back and drank some of the shower-water, which I guess was something that she never did.
Once we were done drying off and she was dressed, she said that she wanted to go to her apartment and change into clean clothes 'cause she hadn't planned to spend the whole weekend with me and her clothes were getting kind of grungy. I didn't say anything, but I was thinking that if people didn't wear clothes so much maybe they wouldn't have to worry about keeping them clean. I had to wash my flight vest every now and then 'cause I got it all sweaty when I was flying, and also my bedding, but otherwise when I was dirty I could just take a shower and be ready to go out again.
So we walked over to her apartment and went upstairs and she got undressed and then redressed and then called for an Uber-car.
Goodwill was near the Maple Hill Mall and if I had realized that I could have stopped there on my flight, but I hadn't known. Still, it was more fun to shop with both of us, and after we'd found some plates and bowls and cups and silverware and put them in the cart, she looked around the clothes for a while and picked out a nice-looking sweater for the fall, and also a pretty white blouse that she said was made by Tommy Hilfiger and was normally pretty expensive.
They also had some furniture and radios and TVs and books (none of them were poetry) and pretty much everything that you'd need to furnish a house, and I also added a painting of the ocean with a ship on it that I liked.
Then she also found some towels and said it wouldn't hurt for me to have some more, and I thought she was right, because with both of us showering my towels were pretty wet by the time we'd dried off. And she found a happy yellow duck that she said was for the bath, and something I needed, especially since it was only a quarter.
So when we left we had two big bags of stuff, and I guess there weren't any Uber-cars that were close, so we had to wait around outside and there was a little island of grass with a small tree on it where we sat until the Uber-car came and picked us up.
Meghan wasn't too happy with the all-vegetable lunch (although now I had plates for both of us), which made me feel kind of bad, although she said that at least I wasn't only eating hay because humans couldn't digest it. I suppose that's why with all the vegetables that Meijer has they don't sell any pasture grasses.
Well, she got curious after lunch and it turned out that I could order small amounts of hay on the computer which was pretty exciting. I hadn't had any alfalfa in months, and even though she wasn't convinced that it was all that good, I decided I was going to order some. There were still some dandelions in the backyard and making an alfalfa and dandelion sandwich would be a pretty good lunch.
We decided to go downtown and visit some stores until it was dinnertime, which was a lot of fun. Humans have so many things that they sell, and it was a great way to spend the afternoon looking at all of it. There were things that were not much different than what a craftspony might make, and then there were things she had to explain to me like a little squishy tube that was supposed to protect your wrists while you were using a keyboard.
There was even a place called Climb Kalamazoo that had a wall you could pay to climb. I would have just flown to the top but humans had to use the little grips and there were different colors depending on how difficult you wanted your climb to be.
Probably we could have gone to a restaurant for dinner, but Meghan was kind of determined to teach me more about cooking so we went back to her apartment when the stores had started to close and she made a lasagna which is layers of really wide noodles with stuff like cheese and spinach and alfredo sauce between them and I wasn't a whole lot of help but she let me pour the jar of alfredo sauce over the noodles and gave me all the spinach stems to snack on, too.
Her stove had electric fire, which meant that there weren't any actual flames coming out, just coils of metal that glowed.
It took a while to cook, and while we were waiting we sat in her bedroom and snuggled and she un-braided my tail and brushed it out smooth again.
My stomach was growling at me after she took the lasagna out of the oven but she said we had to wait for it to cool down before we could eat it so while we waited she helped me use her computer to order a box of alfalfa that would be shipped to my apartment. And she said it might be cheaper to get it by the bale but she wasn't sure where, so she looked around and said that maybe we could find a horse stable that had it.
So that made me think about how I wanted to ride a horse and she did some more looking (which she called Googling) and found a riding stable called Lou-Don which wasn't that far away and said that we could make an appointment for next weekend, which I thought was a great idea.
While we were eating, she said that it was probably going to freak them out, and I kind of thought it might, too, but I felt like it was something that I needed to do to really understand how humans got along with horses, especially because a lot of children like Trinity or the girl at Val Day had really wanted to ride on me which didn't make a whole lot of sense to me.
There was more lasagna than we could eat, so when we'd both had our share Meghan put what was left in little boxes and put them in her electric icebox and said that would be her lunch for the rest of the week.
After I begged, she let me clean the dishes, which turned out to be not much fun 'cause there was a lot of stuff stuck to the lasagna tray, and it didn't really want to come off. My electric kettle didn't need much cleaning since there was only water in it, and when I was done eating vegetables I only really needed to rinse out the bowl but her meal had left lots of dirty dishes that were hard to clean.
Then we went back to her room and watched the sixth Harry Potter movie and by the very end I was crying 'cause I'd really liked Dumbledore. Meghan hugged me and turned off the TV, and laid down on her bed and I curled up against her and she ran her hand through my mane and promised me that it would turn out okay in the end, and she said it was too bad that it was so late that we couldn’t watch the last two movies but I trusted her that it would all be okay in the end.
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The bible does not condemn god for his behavior.
By the way, either your god is evil or might makes right, in which case raping babies to death is moral.
I've worked in an Italian restaurant and making lasagna from scratch takes hours. First, you have to cook the ingredients, then you have to build the lasagna layers, then you have to bake the lasagna. If they hadn't used premade sauce, they'd STILL be making it. Even so, it must have taken all afternoon.
This is why microwave lasagna exists. If they didn't spray the oven pan with Pam, cleaning baked on lasagna is a bitch -the dishwasher won't begin to touch this stuff.
7520421 I suppose it was only going to take so long before the trilbyites spilled in. Also, why indent comments in a thread? Its rather strange. Joke about headwear aside, this comment thread shows a profound ignorance both of the long history of the conversation you are replaying and of the attacks on specifically Christian theodicy that have been made with a lot more clarity, rigor, and conviction by others already. If your best recourse is "Kek God murders babies" then you've not made it to the DawkinsHitchens standard and that's an insanely low bar to hop over.
Instead of spreading unpleasantness, I'd suggest doing a lot of reading. Iranaean theodicy would be a good starting point. Alvin Plantiga is an analytic philosopher who has a lot of secular traction who handled this well, and J.L Mackie who attacked this defense as at least in part incoherent.
Basically, outside of being unpleasant, you've really just jumped into a long and deep conversation of the problem of evil without any discernible background in the basic history of the question and apparently without much grounding in any sort of critical textual approach.
Good chap. If pegasi gather remember that you can always chase them off with a broom!
7520443 The Bible indeed does not condemn God, nor do I. Such would be the utter extreme of foolishness.
It astonishes me that anyone could read my previous post and derive from it any sort of judgment against God.
Are you offended that God destroyed the idol worshipers? Why? He was right in doing so. They had earned destruction many times over by that time, and then, after seeing miracles take place, literally following God through the wilderness, having all of their needs supplied directly by God, and at the base of a mountain where their leader, Moses, was speaking with God, they melted down their jewelry, made an idol of an Egyptian deity, and worshiped it.
It could almost be said they died by their own hand, really.
used plates and bowls and cups and silverwear - silverware. Unless you're talking about the latest ensemble worn by Silver Spoon.
I can't wait to see this. Giggles will happen I'm sure.
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You sound like a battered spouse making excuses for your abuser.
It looked like scrambled eggs were pretty easy to make; she just cracked some eggs open in the pan and then moved them around with a spatula, and she put some cheddar cheese chunks in it, too.
Beware those who make something look easy. That's all I'm going to say about it.
As an aside, though, if you botch up an omelet, sometimes you can get away with chunking it up and calling it a scramble.
I have devised a name for this, I call it a "scramelet."
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You refer to both lasagne and lasagna. Pick one.
7520540 You've run out of arguments so soon... That's kind of sad. It was just starting to get interesting.
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I made my point about Westboroghbaptistchurch read and follow the bible. By the way, the abortiondoctoctormurderers have no biblical support:
The republican party realized that it can trick voters to the polls by making making the sheople believe that abortion is against the bible. They had to keep the abortionrate high, so oppose comprehensive sexual education and access to contraception —— ¡one cannot be prolife and opposed to comprehensive sexual education and contraception!
The bible has no prohibition against fathers having sex with their daughters, but requires the death-penalty for gathering sticks on the sabbath.
you actually don't want to do this. It overmixes the batter.
Surprisingly I never really got scrambled eggs down, although I can do an adaquate omelet. just never really practiced it enough. The cook time always messes me up as you take them off the heat before they're entirely done. I like to add milk, green onions, pepper, and cheese.
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Provably false; see Leviticus 18:6.
>2/10 made me respond to this b8
(And also boobs)
Maybe SG can fly onto the counter to turn on the stove?
I'm afraid you've already hit Peak Adorable, but good try.
She... she didn't take any sunflower seeds? Is she ill?
Nope, like I said. Silver is already at maximum cuteness. Even the rubber ducky can't change that.
*dies of adorableness overload through the entire chapter*
Now I'm really, really looking forward to SG visiting the stable. Guess the first thing they'll ask is if Meghan needs a paddock for her pony and then die of embarrassment. Then freak out when they hear what SG wants.
Also: imagine being the delivery person who wants to drop off the order of pet food hay and then a horse opens the door.
Sheesh, Silver, you're already riding a human.
... the people at that stable are going to be really weirded out. I hope they won't call Silver a pervert.
THEY KNOW
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I've never had much luck stirring eggs in the pan; I misjudge the temperature and it hardens too quickly (also, I mostly use non-stick pans, and stirring in those is a no-no). So now I stir it in a bowl first and heat in the pan until it starts to congeal, then sort of "bunch it up" instead of stirring. I guess it is a bit of a folded up omelet.
Edit: Although when I make actual omelets, I use something closer to this recipe (specifically, with separated egg whites and flour).
I'm not the only one that thinks silver& Megan are bumping uglies and she's only not writing it down?
Anyway, the pony riding a horse will be cute and funny as hell. Megan HAS to put it on YouTube. It'll become the most viewed video EVER
remember to put lots of sunflower seeds in the bird feeder you may find a Pegasus raiding it.
If Silver wants hay or alfalfa, Meghan should take her to PetSmart or PetCo. They have little bales of it for rodents. About the right size for a pony meal.
Also, could y'all cool it with the political and religious arguments? I have no objection to healthy debate, but when it degrades into name calling and provoking each other, that puts a serious downer on a happy story.
7521139 She wrote it down when she and Aric did it. Why wouldn't it be the same with Meghan?
What does silver mean when she doesn't understand humans wanting to ride horses in the show we've seen foals riding older ponies and Spike rides Twilight all the time
7521217 I have no idea. Just an impression I got from his they act, to be honest.
1) Occasionally the comments seem to be referencing events that hadn't happened in that story. What's up with that?
2 I don't have a problem with SG Kirking with the locals, however a horse riding a horse is just wrong!
(I was going to say because they can't give consent but now I'm not sure that they really consent to having humans ride them.
Probably it is something they put up with in exchange for food and shelter.
If anyone knows that the horses look forward to being ridden I'd like to know.)
3) I hadn't heard of pan-birthdays up until now. So it's multiple persons celebrating a birthday together and sharing cake despite it not being their birthday?
So, the bucket list is now progressing!
Some one needs to teach Silver the appropriate bath time musical accompaniment.
7521085 I'm too lazy a cook to put that much effort into scrambled eggs, but have you ever tried cooking them in a microwave oven? Stir the egg and milk mixture (a spoon-full of flour helps blend them for an even yellow color), add whatever else you like, and pour it into a greased microwave-safe container (I use a disposable paper bowl sprayed with Pam), then give it a half-minute or so in the microwave, stir it, and nuke it again, repeat until the last of the egg is cooked. It comes out pretty fluffy from the steam bubbles.
Or I use my faithful old cast-iron skillet.
I'm not sure I want to see how SG would handle eggs in the microwave. There are so many ways it could go wrong.
<Everything is just perfect!) <So, it was supposed to explode and turn black?)
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Sadly (or fortunately) Silver doesn't have a science oven in her kitchen. One less potential source of disaster.
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It does not mention daughter, but it does mention everything else. This is what happens when women are property:
The prohibitions in Leviticus 18:6 are violations of property:
Females belong to their fathers until marriage, at which point, they belong to their husbands. Notice that all of the prohibitions mention that one must not have sex with these women because it brings shame on the man owning them. Also, notice no prohibition against pædophilia. There is no prohibition against multiple wives. If a cultleader has multiple childbribes, as long as he has permission to marry them from their fathers, what he does is biblically sound.
Edited to add:
I notice that some flankhole downvoted this comment. It is not my fault that the bible has no prohibition against sex with daughters or pædophilia. If anypony should be downvoted, it should be Lavalier_Mike clailming to prove me wrong with a reference to Leviticus 18:6 supporting me.
Ah good ole Goodwill! Makes me think of a catchy song.
Catching up, slowly. This project takes a while to download, and I'm reading chapters in little bites as it does so.
Noticed something:
You want "as" there.
When Aric's away, the girls will play!
They really will play!
(I'm so going to hell! Wheeeeeeeeeeee...!)
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The last one I made (actually the only one I made) took less than two hours. The noodles were pre-cooked or something, so pretty much all you had to do was dump the ingredients into a pan and put them in the oven for a while.
This lasagna would probably make purists weep; besides using all ready-made ingredients, I had to sub in a lot of ingredients because of stuff we didn't have in the house . . . but then working at group homes makes you get creative, because whoever buys food seems to pick stuff at random, and towards the end of the month, you're lucky to find the right ingredients to make anything.
Meghan's smart enough to have liberally greased the pan, so there wouldn't be as much baked on stuff.
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(One of the reasons I've stepped back from this debate--I've got pretty good familiarity with the Bible, but not from a critical analysis standpoint.)
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Maybe?
(Correction made; thank you!)
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I know all about that. Usually happens when I get impatient and turn the heat up too high.
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All corrections made; thank you very much!
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Really? I never knew that.
I can make eggs three ways: omelet, scrambled, and fried. I tried to make hard-boiled eggs once but accidentally started a fire.
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A thought that eventually occurs to Silver Glow.
Birdfeeder raids aren't as much fun when Aric isn't around to yell at her for it.
What if she had two?
This is truer than you'd expected.
Actually, I wonder if they have been reading along?
I know that my mom reads my blog posts (so maybe the Surprise Motherfer one wasn't a wise choice).
I leave 'em sort of marbled and say that a proper omelet is supposed to look like that.
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You're half right. . . .
I bet that's not the weirdest thing a UPS driver has ever seen.
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They aren't.
I'd watch it. The very idea is horribly cute.
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I intend to do that.
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I didn't know that. We used to get hay for the rabbits (timothy hay and alfalfa) through the mail.
You are correct. If it happens, she'll write it down.
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It's one thing for a pony to carry their siblings or offspring, it's quite another to get a ponyback ride from a complete stranger. It'd be like going up to some guy on the street and asking for a piggyback ride.
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One item at a time!
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Sometimes discussions get kind of philosophical, or otherwise wander off-topic. That happens in a lot of my stories, actually.
If the horse is willing to carry her, why is it wrong? Horses let other animals up on their backs sometimes.
Well, we had a bit of a discussion of consent on another fic (The Breakup; can't link it 'cause it's mature). I would argue that if a horse doesn't want to let you ride him, he's going to try and get you off his back. I'm not sure that's a satisfactory argument, though.
It's also hard to say if they look forward to being ridden. They're used to it, and they might associate it with good times, but I also think that they'd generally prefer to be lazy and not be ridden.
Yes. As it happens, three of us have birthdays that are pretty close to each other, so we generally meet up one weekend and do a big present exchange and have birthday cake (although we all prefer pie, so we have pie instead). Usually it's sometime in mid-August, which means that two have passed and one's yet to come.
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I can guess how it would go--they'd explode into a gooey mass all over the microwave. Because I think eggs are one of those things where the difference between properly cooked and exploding everywhere is about a second.
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I used to do so much shopping there, especially while I was setting up home.
Can't think of any song about Goodwill.
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That's the way to do it, one little bite at a time.
Also, correction made. Thank you!
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I'll hold the door for you.
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Your original statement was "The bible has no prohibition against fathers having sex with their daughters, but requires the death-penalty for gathering sticks on the sabbath." and the very first line of Leviticus 18:16 says "No one is to approach any close relative to have sexual relations." I think any reasonable person would interpret that as meaning that fathers are not supposed to have sex with their daughters.
Now, we could have a discussion of translation issues; as I'm sure you're aware some translations say "None of you shall approach any one of his close relatives to uncover nakedness,"(or variations thereof) and I suppose that you could pretend that it only meant specifically what the words said and therefore it was okay to have sex with your daughter, but that's not what it means at all.
You hopefully also realize that the Bible prohibits having sex with someone you're not married to.
And while I'll admit that there's no specific prohibition against pedophilia in the Bible, by Jewish custom (since we're discussing the Old Testament here) there is a certain age that women have to reach before they can get married; after they reach that age, then they're adults as far as Jewish law is concerned.
Also, I hope that you're aware that it is the Christian belief that Jesus made a new covenant, and as such many of the Old Testament laws were superseded by the new laws. So these days we can also safely gather sticks on the Sabbath and not fear God's wrath.
Gasp! Lasanga without mincemeat!
But that's the best part!
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Unless you're a pony and don't want to eat red meat. I bet she'd like lasagna with anchovies, though.
Oh that's hilarious! Always kind of funny how art imitating life works in reverse, eh?
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What makes me wonder about it is have my parents read this story, and so they know about the bird feeder, or did they just get one because whenever I'm over at their house I like to watch theirs?
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Living in the South is cool because we can stake out hummingbird feeders. I used to live in rural Conway, SC and had like six and four birdfeeders
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Theoretically, we’ve got hummingbirds in Michigan, although I’ve never seen one. The only one I’ve seen in the wild was in Colombus, OH, at Trotcon, and I was so excited to see it. Like, at first I wasn’t sure what it even was, and then when I realized I just kept watching it until it flew off.
At first I read that as that the birds also ate the squirrel. Not to imply that it's a typo or should be rewritten, just an observation.
(vaguely related)
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Maybe they did. I bet a hawky bird would like a squirrel breakfast. (Has Silver mentioned hawky birds, chirpy birds, and ducky birds yet, or has that not come up?)
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I don't recall that, but now I'm looking forward to it! :)
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I can’t remember where it comes up, but it does at some point in the story.
Those are the three categories of birds, in case you were wondering.
(If a fourth category is needed, it’s ‘asshole birds,’ and includes geese and swans.)
Yeah, the trick is unscrambling them afterwards so that you can time travel.
Amusingly enough, this isn't even a Silverism; "island" really is the legit term for that particular road feature.
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Just use the spatula backwards, that’s the key.
Every now and then Silver gets one right.
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If one stirs a fluid with a Reynolds-Number a small fraction of 1, one can unstir it by reversing the direction of the stir. Basically, one can turn back time: