Quill (Looking out the window screen): Ka, ka, ka, ka, kaaaaaaa!
Mom: What is it boy? Do you see a birdie?
Quill (Whispering): Yeah! He's big too! What kind is it Mom?
Mom: Oh my, it's a Mocking Bird! (Begins straightening mused furs)
Quill: Mom! (Flailing) What are you doing? I'm stalking!
Mom (Trying to clean sleepy eye gunk): Hold still Quill! Do you want Mr Mockington to see you not looking your fiercest? (Licking thumb and picking up Quill)
Quill: Mom No! I'm a fierce kitten hunter! I can't be seen by my prey, having my Mom groom me!
Mom (Placing Quill back on perch): You're right. I was just trying to build your confidence. It's just you never know with a mocking bird... I just didn't want him to mock you for not looking your fiercest.
Quill (Nervously): They do that?
Mom: Yep. They don't call em Mocking birds for nothing...
Quill: Does Mr Tail look okay?
Mom (Straightening tail furs): Perfect. Go get em... through the screen!