Marissa The Great’s Reviews > Catherine, Called Birdy > Status Update

The beast my father roared especially ugly roars today. I never seem to please him; although it is true, I never try.

I think I love geese more than any other birds, because no one else does. They are not small and delicate like larks and sparrows, or swift and clever like hawks and falcons. They do not sing like nightingales, and cannot be trained to talk or dance or do tricks. They are cunning, greedy, short-sighted, and stubborn. Much like me, now that I think on it.

One day his angry liver will set him on fire, and I will toast bread on him

Now my father, the toad, conspires to sell me like a cheese to some lack wit seeking a wife.