“I swear, it was coming for me,” Felix said, draining his water glass.
“Black Francis?” Ronan said. “He’s as gentle as a new-born babe. Wouldn’t hurt a fly, he wouldn’t.”
“You didn’t see it.” Felix served himself a second helping of dinner before refilling his glass. “He tried to rake out my eyeballs with those death talons.”
“So you shoved that poor goat over onto him?”
“Not exactly. I shoved the goat, but he flew over her. That’s when I ran.”
“Is that what you call it? Runnin’?” Ronan hid his growing grin with the edge of his own glass.
“At first,” Felix said. “Then I decided to try evasive maneuvers in case he was chasing me.”
“Somethin’s lost in translation here. I would not call what you did evasive maneuvers.”
“I couldn’t think of any, so I went with the standard ‘Stop, Drop,
