Harry Potter stepped into the wizard's study and was greeted by Dumbledore's back.
"Ah, Harry. There's something I want to show you," said Dumbledore. He stepped to one side, revealing a perch upon which sat a large bird with long feathers made of rainbows.
"This is my phoenix, Fawkes. I wanted to name him something else, but the Censors of Hogwarts wouldn't let me. He's a cock you know."
"What?" said Harry.
"A cock phoenix. As opposed to a hen."
"Oh."
Dumbledore caressed a hand across the phoenix's head. "You should see him in flight, thrusting through the air. I've never seen such a magnificent thrusting cock in all my years as a wizard!" A far away look came to his eye and he stared at the bird, and beyond.
"Professor Dumbledore?" said Harry. There was no response. "Professor Dumbledore?" said Harry again. A thin trickle of drool ran from the corner of Dumbledore's mouth. "I need to get down to the weenie roast. It's starting soon."
"Oh yes," said Dumbledore, shaking his head to clear it, "I'll be there in a moment. I just need to finish polishing my staff."