The lady glanced at me and saw two small bird feet sticking out of my mouth. I heard the words, "Oh, no!" and then a demand that I drop it. It was peeping so it was OBVIOUS I hadn't harmed it. The lady made me drop it and then it ran off. She tried to "rescue" it but it ran under some plants and then I got it in my mouth again. The lady couldn't watch, so she left.
Look, I was only playing with it. I let it go. The lady has no proof to the contrary, and there was no physical evidence linking me to anything. No blood or feathers. And, she tells me I can only kill mice and gophers and I left a gopher on the patio for her last night as a sign of good will.
If I ever develop a taste for quail, the lady will know because I will be sporting a smoking jacket and ascot, will hang out in a mahogany-lined library, and I'll be sipping single-malt scotch.
