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ἀμμά, ἀμμά! Kant τᾷδε

<Khlaudia virtually tears Kandy’s nest apart trying to get out.>

‘Dharling, dharling, dharling’

‘Gerrofff mum’

‘But DHarling, I khave been bereft without you, my life was over, my heart was broken, my world was grey. Now you are back I am so khappy!!!!’

‘Muuum, stop!’

< Kant disappears once more into a bundle of kite feathers as Potassia and Klimt descend on him in delight>

‘Mr Khaspar, Mr Kholin and Mr Khjell, thank you, thank you thank, I chan’t thank you too many times, I don’t know what to say, I am so khappy!’

We return to a cosy nest on the M42

'Well, I must say they are most interesting photographs, especially the ones with the symbols in’
 
‘Ah, little Potassia as a kchick, she was so fluffy- see where kher little wing feathers are growing?’
 
‘And she is..?’
 
‘Looking at kher place in the periodic table silly’
 
‘And the one with the blue lights?’
 
‘That is little Khlimt on khis first flight, you can see Khant in the background, bekhind the man with the khelmet’
 
‘You must be very proud, mada.. Khlaudia’
 
‘I am darling, but I feel they need the influence of a father <theatrical sniff, rustle of feathery décolletage>’