It was
soaked, its feathers pointing away from its shivering body like crooked needles.
“What the blooming tail is it, mate?” Buddha asked. Buddha was the black
cat who knew almost everything. He knew instantly what kind of baby bird it
was he was looking at. But he pretended not to know, because he wanted to
tease the dogs. The dogs would not know the answer, Buddha knew that. In his
opinion dogs knew nothing and they definitely were stupid