"Ah, of course, of course". The Answer replied, a small grin forming on his weathered face. "I don't wish to keep you from your travels, though...". Kath quickly shook her head, deciding already that today probably wasn't going to be like any other day. It's not like she had anywhere she needed to be. "I want to listen" she told him.
"Allow me to begin then, but not from the start, we shall, instead, embark from the very end of my story." He began, moving the cane once more. He continued, "For instance, this morning I awoke to find a seagull in my bed." Kath, although a little surprised at the remark, instead wondered about the irregular structuring of his tale, she nodded to herself, and decided she liked this man, whoever he was. "Now, this isn't the first time I've awoken to find a feathered friend in bed, and I can assure you, it can get messy." he gathered a scrap of paper, and plucking a pen from his inside pocket, began to draw roughly.
Kath gazed upon the sketch The Answer had created, somewhat questioning his mental capacities at this point. Although given that she'd already agreed to listen, Kath didn't particularly mind. And plus, even if it did turn out he wasn't quite all there, she was having more fun since, well, since she could recall. "Do you draw all your birds like that?" she questioned, smiling. "I've had some fun with birds, certainly, but I have yet to reach the point of my story, dear Kath." He looked at her. "No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. Do you know who said that?" He carried on, not waiting for Kath to answer, "William Blake, but I bet he never woke up to a seagull in his bed. Then he'd be wondering what they do with their wings..."
Part 4
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