“And maybe... you are a little fat bear cub with no wings, and no feathers.”

“I really like you, Midori. A lot.”“How much is a lot?”“Like a spring bear,” I said.“A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”“Yeah. Really nice.”“That’s how much I like you.”

“How can you fly? I mean you have wings. Feathers. Did you know you have wings?”

“You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, 'Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?' So you and the bear spend the whole day in each other's arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”

“Everything good in the world has feathers and wings and claws.”

“Of three things be wary-of a feather on a cat,The shepherd eating mutton,And a guardsman that is fat. ”