18. The Table With Three LegsFor Sabienn, it wasn’t as easy as retracing their steps because now he had an accursed bird to deal with. It was savaging the webbing in his hands which now that he was a fish was a little more pronounced.
“Will you just break its neck?” cried Stork.
“I have my orders,” Sabienn replied. “She’d know.”
They kept watch for any vans or suspect ice-cream parlours and kept marching block after block. The vet came up as suggested where it should be.
Once in the door it was like a war zone of animals waiting to be attended or looking for medication. The luck they had was that they still had their white coats. An attendant passed by them, “Are you new?”
“Please,” said Sabienn, thrusting his bird forward.
The attendant looked the bird over tenderly and spoke quietl
