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“You’re what?” sputtered the Swan.
“That’s marvelous,” nodded the Raven.
The Peacock patted the Canary’s hand. “I’m very happy for you.”
“Are we invited?” grinned the Meadowlark.
“I thought, if it was allowed, we’d hold it right here,” the Canary said. “Of course, I expect you all there – sans masks,” she winked.
“Splendid,” said the Raven.
The Peacock retrieved fresh parchment to begin to plan the occasion.
“Is there going to be cheesecake?” wondered the Meadowlark.
“I’m sorry,” chuckled the Swan in a nervous sort of way as he walked to the brandy and poured himself a large glass. “I could have sworn that I just heard you say you’re getting married.”
The Canary chirped, “I am.”
