Leads

`What are you wearing Kolin?'
'I found it'
'You found it where?'
'On the amuse bouche'
'It sparkles, Kolin'
'It does, doesn't it? much prettier than a string'
'What is the metal bit on the end?'
'That is where it clipped to the amuse bouche'
'There was another glittery thing, but I ate it, I thought it was a garnish'

And once more, fluff

 <tack, tack, tack>
'Is something wrong, Kaspar?'
'What could possibly be wrong, Kolin'
'It is just that you keep looking at the bit of fluff in my beak?'
'Really?'
'Do you think..?'
'Do I think what?'
'Do you think it could have been from the amuse bouche?'
'The amuse what?'
'The amuse bouche, Kaspar. It was just a morsel, like in the picture'
'The picture.'
'In the magazine'
'Aah'
'But it didn't have the fluff in the picture; it was the same size through and it was carried by a waitress'
'And was it moving?'
'Oh yes, it was moving a lot'
'Amuse bouche don't normally move, Kolin'
'Do they bark?'
'No Kolin'
'Oh'

Fluff still

'Where did the fluff come from, Kolin?'

'The fluff?'

<sigh> 'In you beak, Kolin'

'Is there fluff in my beak?'

'Yes, Kolin'

'Where did that come from?'

' I DON"T KNOW KOLIN, THAT IS WHY I ASKED YOU!'

Fluff

'What is that in your beak, Kolin?'
'Er, dunno. What is it in my beak Kaspar?'
'It appears to be fluff, Kolin'
'Fluff?'
'Fluff'
'Fluff?'
'Definitely fluff'
'It must be fluff then, Kaspar'
<heavy sigh>

The Kjelling

'So where did you say Kjell was Kolin?'
'Writing'
'He's what?'
'Writing'
'Writing what, writing why, writing how ?'
'Stories about policemen, he said. In woollen jumpers'
'And the why and the how?'
'He says everyone at home is doing it, and he doesn't want to miss out'
'And the how?'
'He has one of those little boxes the drivers have, he talks to it and it makes writing, and sends it somewhere'

Safely home

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!’

Brain Cleaning

‘Kjell says we can stop at the next Services’

‘ mmmrchgh’
‘Kaspar, are you really holding him up with your beak?’

‘mmmpjrh’

‘Gosh, that must be hurting him rather’

‘MMMMFJAJEOFAMGGGHHHHH’

‘Ah, and it’s hurting your beak?

‘MMMMMMMFFFFFFFFKJJJKDFKH!’

‘Well, we’re nearly there now. I must say I didn’t expect him to struggle so much, it was lucky we found all that stripy plastic to wrap him up in’

‘MMPH’

‘Kjell says down there’

‘MMPGH’

<the sounds of a very, very undignified landing>

< Kjell takes off again, and comes back with a bucket full of rather dirty water. He upends it over the heap of feathers and police accident tape that sits between Kaspar and Kolin. There is a lot of noise>

‘Kjell says that should clean his brain out again, they have washed his sense away, and now he has washed their nonsense away’

<The three kites wait while the noise subsides, Kjell then gingerly pecks at the blue and white tape. Eventually Kant, bedraggled and miserable sits in a heap of tape. He cheeps feebly, though it must have been a long time since he was a chick. Kolin affectionately butts beaks with him. Kant cheeps a bit louder, croaks a bit, and then takes a big breath and starts swearing.