Hiss pounded his rattle.
“~!S-s-stop! 1 o’ you, ~!s-s-stop & ‘s-s-splain!”
Cyril turned to Hiss, smoothed his tattered tie, & said, “I tried telling Quintin that Peru’s north, near Canada; but he wouldn’t listen.”
Quintin spoke: “Don’t listen to him, our Anubis; everyone knows Peru is south—that’s where its continent, Africa, is, after all.”
Hiss pounded his rattle ‘gain, thinking, Mother was right when she said having humans could be a chore.
So Hiss charged them for their own medical bills & half each for the plane repairs & then lured them back into their water ball with torn-off clumps o’ Hiss’s pizza.