Shelter from the storm is all he sought. Really. Nothing more. But, if he had had the opportunity to choose the shelter provided it would not have been this. Really. It was not that he was too good for such surroundings. No, no nothing of the sort. Excuse him as he loosens his collar. It is just that well he really, no really, didn't want to impose. He nods, yes, that's it. Didn't want to impose; to bother; to disturb.
Too late. Been disturbed. For quite some time now couldn't he tell? Oh that's right. New here wasn't he? Oh that's alright. Learn in time. Nothing but time here so hurry up come in, come in. Don't stand on formality. Don't stand and drip. And whatever you do: don't stand on my toes. Thank you. Now then, where shall we keep him?
Him?
Him.
In the pantry?
In the cupboard?
In the chandelier?
The chandelier! Oh that's right. Sorry. Chandelier's dusty. He might be allergic Well then….The well?
No not the well! What would the fish think?
Now then follow me.
Who? He is thoroughly lost though he hasn't taken a step. Really.
Who he asks?
Who indeed?
Muffled sniggers.
Her that's who!
As he follows her out there wafts from behind him the faintest whisper: Well, if that's what the wind blew over what do you think the cat will drag in?