They came back this morning with an object. It's small, soft, yellow and white, and it's got what I think is known in common parlance as a beak though it hasn't (as yet) said anything.
They've been maundering on about a tortoise or, at any rate, someone called Shelley who apparently was married to someone who wrote a novel which sounds a bit Gothick. Or thick, anyway.
Perplexed,
PS Panda
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