[Friendship was something that he had assumed. The crocodile and the man were sitting together rather peacefully so what else could they have been? But maybe it wouldn't have been appreciated if he said something so outright. One had to be mindful around people even though it wasn't easy. Surely he was no good at it. But in this case it had been applied and he was rewarded. The excitement in the boy only grew.]
I knew it!
[He outright beamed at that. The idea of being right was a nice one. It was a wonder how anyone could have a crocodile so closely but if one could do it with cats and dogs then anything was possible. From the boy's point of view, that wasn't something to be questioned as much as it was accepted. When the man made mention of the bird, Oliver was quick about nodding. He glanced at the bird on his shoulder before bringing a hand up and gently around the bird before his other hand joined it. Making sure to keep the hold light, he would hold out his hands to the man all while running a thumb over the top of the American Goldfinch's head.]
His name is James.
[His words had suddenly become breathless. There was something about the bird that was simply all he wanted. Yes, James was not capable of cooking but there were a lot of things that Oliver couldn't do. That had to have applied to everyone, he thought. Maybe like Karen and the man. The boy's voice would then drop down to a whisper.]
awesome, 'cause I do too! .w.
I knew it!
[He outright beamed at that. The idea of being right was a nice one. It was a wonder how anyone could have a crocodile so closely but if one could do it with cats and dogs then anything was possible. From the boy's point of view, that wasn't something to be questioned as much as it was accepted. When the man made mention of the bird, Oliver was quick about nodding. He glanced at the bird on his shoulder before bringing a hand up and gently around the bird before his other hand joined it. Making sure to keep the hold light, he would hold out his hands to the man all while running a thumb over the top of the American Goldfinch's head.]
His name is James.
[His words had suddenly become breathless. There was something about the bird that was simply all he wanted. Yes, James was not capable of cooking but there were a lot of things that Oliver couldn't do. That had to have applied to everyone, he thought. Maybe like Karen and the man. The boy's voice would then drop down to a whisper.]
Isn't he amazing?