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Beachday has elected to take up our interview meme, and has requested to interview Myfanwy the pterodactyl. We’ve supplied Beachday with a bag of fresh salmon heads and a 36th-century translation device, and sent her up the Hub's cherry-picker to report back to you all…
Q: Can you understand why the Captain still lusts for Shrill-Voice, instead of staying with the Food-Supplier?
A: Human couplings are uninteresting to me. They can mate as much as they like, so long as they remember to open the roof so I can fly out and hunt. (Only the third farm on the left, and only well after dark so the humans don't raise a fuss.) Personally, I find it much easier to mate once a year and have done with it -- humans must be terribly infertile to require sex so often. The Captain gave me a nice weir to live in with room to fly, and Food-Supplier keeps me cosy; all else is really none of my affair.
Q: Where did you [leave] all the things you snatched from the Grim-Face['s] work station?
A: A pterodactyl never tells. I leave them where I can find them. Food-Supplier insists the game isn't fun, yet he keeps playing.
Q: All the nights the Food-Supplier [spent] in your nest when the Captain was gone, wasn't he like the hatchling you never had?
A: No; he's much larger than the hatchlings I've had. I miss the memory of those broods, but it's the nature of hatchlings to grow into their wings and fly away. Food-Bringer does not leave, a puzzlement, nor does he need me to bring him prey, but his presence is not unwelcome. Humans appear to require contact with each other in ways we pterodactyls do not -- I can be away from anyone for days or weeks at a time without feeling lonely -- thus I didn't chase him from my weir the first night after the Captain was gone. I believe he needed me more than I needed him, he was quiet and unobtrusive, and after a time, I grew accustomed to his presence.
Q: Ever wondered why all the mating of the Captain and the Food-Supplier never seems to produce any hatchlings?
A: There are so many strange things about humans, I've given up trying to understand any of them. Pterodactyls are not in the business of sniffing the genitals of humans -- the wingless ones seem to find it rude -- so I presume that when either the Captain or the Food-Supplier are finally in oestrus, the matings will finally take. Food-Bringer's plumage did become more colourful last cold-season, which I thought might signal his fertility, but perhaps the Captain is the one who's not been in season, or was not yet ready to nest? However or whenever it occurs, I'll be curious to examine the resulting offspring, so long as they're not too noisy and keep out of my weir.
Q: Have you been fed properly since the Red-Coat turned up again? Just suggesting, there's a flock of sheep just across the hills.
A: Yes, and those aren't the right sheep. Only the sheep in the third farm on the left, and only after dark. And Red-Coat has no chocolate, so he's uninteresting. Food-Bringer, on the other hand, always has dark chocolate, so I'll be glad to see him when he returns.
Q: Can you understand why the Captain still lusts for Shrill-Voice, instead of staying with the Food-Supplier?
A: Human couplings are uninteresting to me. They can mate as much as they like, so long as they remember to open the roof so I can fly out and hunt. (Only the third farm on the left, and only well after dark so the humans don't raise a fuss.) Personally, I find it much easier to mate once a year and have done with it -- humans must be terribly infertile to require sex so often. The Captain gave me a nice weir to live in with room to fly, and Food-Supplier keeps me cosy; all else is really none of my affair.
Q: Where did you [leave] all the things you snatched from the Grim-Face['s] work station?
A: A pterodactyl never tells. I leave them where I can find them. Food-Supplier insists the game isn't fun, yet he keeps playing.
Q: All the nights the Food-Supplier [spent] in your nest when the Captain was gone, wasn't he like the hatchling you never had?
A: No; he's much larger than the hatchlings I've had. I miss the memory of those broods, but it's the nature of hatchlings to grow into their wings and fly away. Food-Bringer does not leave, a puzzlement, nor does he need me to bring him prey, but his presence is not unwelcome. Humans appear to require contact with each other in ways we pterodactyls do not -- I can be away from anyone for days or weeks at a time without feeling lonely -- thus I didn't chase him from my weir the first night after the Captain was gone. I believe he needed me more than I needed him, he was quiet and unobtrusive, and after a time, I grew accustomed to his presence.
Q: Ever wondered why all the mating of the Captain and the Food-Supplier never seems to produce any hatchlings?
A: There are so many strange things about humans, I've given up trying to understand any of them. Pterodactyls are not in the business of sniffing the genitals of humans -- the wingless ones seem to find it rude -- so I presume that when either the Captain or the Food-Supplier are finally in oestrus, the matings will finally take. Food-Bringer's plumage did become more colourful last cold-season, which I thought might signal his fertility, but perhaps the Captain is the one who's not been in season, or was not yet ready to nest? However or whenever it occurs, I'll be curious to examine the resulting offspring, so long as they're not too noisy and keep out of my weir.
Q: Have you been fed properly since the Red-Coat turned up again? Just suggesting, there's a flock of sheep just across the hills.
A: Yes, and those aren't the right sheep. Only the sheep in the third farm on the left, and only after dark. And Red-Coat has no chocolate, so he's uninteresting. Food-Bringer, on the other hand, always has dark chocolate, so I'll be glad to see him when he returns.