"The Great Aslan does not have--does not have hairballs!" shrieked the Faun.
The Beaver nibbled on a likely-looking fallen branch without looking up, swishing his tail idly in the shallows. "Don't see why not. He's a Lion, isn't he? And aren't Lions a kind of cat? And cats groom themselves with their tongues, even the talking ones, on account of how they don't have thumbs. Hence, hairballs."
The Faun stomped off with a strangled sort of furious scream, and the Beaver grinned to himself as he dove back under the water; that was one annoying neighbor sorted!
no subject
The Beaver nibbled on a likely-looking fallen branch without looking up, swishing his tail idly in the shallows. "Don't see why not. He's a Lion, isn't he? And aren't Lions a kind of cat? And cats groom themselves with their tongues, even the talking ones, on account of how they don't have thumbs. Hence, hairballs."
The Faun stomped off with a strangled sort of furious scream, and the Beaver grinned to himself as he dove back under the water; that was one annoying neighbor sorted!