Lord Justice Burns, had sentenced the author of the Windermere fish famine, Nancy Benn, to three years of community service in George’s monster collection, and while George slept for a week without armor, his man, Jack, was trying to find a room. where Nancy could stay. George’s old ruined castle had few habitable rooms, and apart from George and Jack’s own rooms, all the available space was filled with the tools and equipment necessary to support the growing population of megafauna.
After examining the limited alternatives, Nancy opted to move into the hatchery, which is used to maintain egg temperature through winter. “At least it’s hot,” she said, “and I’m used to living with monster eggs.”
“It’s not often that we have more than one egg at a time,” said Jack, “and sometimes there are no eggs here, especially in the summer when the eggs can be left out.”
Where do you roll them?
“That’s the point,” said Jack, “if they’re stored here, they have to be rolled up on the outside patio, and with the uneven paving stones rolling it can be difficult and there’s always the risk of them breaking.”
“And the summer eggs are laid in the grass and rolled on the grass?”
“Yes, and usually everything is done by Mom!”
‘The natural way.’
“Yes,” Jack said, “but unfortunately all moms don’t have natural instincts; They lay eggs at the wrong time and place, some are not rollers and some eat eggs or do not prevent males from eating eggs. In almost all of these cases, the eggs are safer here and we become surrogate mothers. ‘
How are eggs kept warm?
“We pack them in hay, is that the old hay box principle?”
Is there a risk of fire?
“Yes, of course,” said Jack, “sometimes a wayward mother will come looking for her egg and the smell will draw her here.” Then, not being able to get in, he will let himself fly with the hot material through the window and the hay will catch fire. ‘
‘Has happened?’
‘Once or twice; Look at that blackened wall!
Will it happen again?
We hope not.
‘How are you going to prevent it?’
“We sprinkled the hay with catnip,” said Jack, “that blanket is the smell of the egg.”
“Repel monsters but attract cats.”
“Yes, I hope you are a moggy lover.”
I hate all pets.
“Then you will also hate our monsters,” said Jack, “we treat them like domestic pets.”
Yes, I hate the whole montage. All creatures should be free to live in nature. ‘
“That is what motivated his crime and why the judge committed him to community service to change his customs.”
‘I will never change my beliefs. And if I get the slightest chance, I will let go of all your pets!
“Well, at least you’re being open with us,” Jack said. We will be on guard to ensure that not the slightest possibility arises.