through the room, coming from the vicinity of the back door.
I knew that noise. It was Archieâs version of a doorbell.
Before anyone could stand up, his muffled voice came through the door. âDarcy? Are you in there? Shake a leg! Itâs not safe out here for a bird like me!â
Chapter Seven
âI âll get him,â Mimi said, jumping up.
âNot safe?â I looked at Harper. âWhat do you think he means by that?â
âI donât know, but heâs definitely safer out there than in here with Higgins and Tilda,â Harper said, making a good point.
Both animals tended to view Archie as a snack.
A moment later, Mimi was back. Archie flew behind her, dropping feathers as he floated along.
âIâm molting. Molting!â he exclaimed as he landed on the edge of the coffee table and began pacing.
Higgins surged to his feet. In his eyes, Archie was similar to one big chicken nugget.
âNot the drool,â Archie cried in his most ardent voice as he stared at the enormous dog. âAnything but the drool. Shoo! Shoo!â He flapped his wings at Higgins.
Drool puddled on the table.
Harper snatched the chips out of the line of fire, snapped her fingers, and gave Higgins a stern â
Pzzzt
. Down.â
Obediently, he sat, his thick eyebrows twitching as he glanced between Harper and his potential dinner.
âDown,â she said, dragging the word out. âAll the way.â
He plopped to the floor, sulking.
She was magic where he was concerned, a true dog whisperer.
As Tilda watched Archie from the mantel, he went back to pacing the table, his beady eyes frenzied, his colorful wings quivering. âCan this day get any worse? I ask you. Can it? No, no, it cannot,â he said in his deep voice, answering his own question.
âWhat happened?â I asked. âWhy do you feel unsafe?â
Archie was well-known for his theatrics, but Iâd never seen him this agitated before. He was frantic.
âWhat happened, you ask?â He pivoted when he reached the far end of the table. âWhat happened, you ask? Iâllââ
Harper jabbed a finger in his direction. âIf you donât stop repeating yourself like that, Iâm going to feed you to the dog.â
He puffed out his colorful chest. His words oozing with pomposity, he said, âYou would not dare.â
She leaned in, her nose to his beak. âBet me.â
To prevent a fight, I said to Archie, âWhatâs with the molting?â
He cleared his throat. ââListen, this is embarrassing for me,ââ he said in a stage whisper
.
ââThis is hard to talk about.ââ
Harper and Mimi groaned in unison. Neither enjoyed Archieâs and my long-standing game of trying to stump each other with movie quotes. We, however, found it endlessly entertaining.
âThe 40-Year-Old Virgin,â
I said, ignoring the peanut gallery. âNow spill.â
âFirst,â he said, pacing again, âI had to endure the exceeding humiliation of the Extravaganza. It wasnât enough for people passing by to touch me at every turn, to try to
pluck my feathers
,â he stated emphatically while spreading his wings, which had bald spots, âbut for some reason my normally effusive audience dwindled to a dribble this year. A dribble, I teââ
Harper coughed a warning.
Archie stomped a claw. âIâll tell you the reason! Itâs Lady Catherineâs fault. An unoriginal canine pout usurping my soliloquies and a cappella melodies? Itâs an affront of the highest order. Iâm outraged! Incensed! Aggrieved!â
Titania seemed entranced by Archie. She kept a steady watch on him, her gaze following his every move. Her interest didnât seem to be in a snack food kind of way, but simply out of curiosity. I rubbed her chin and wondered what she thought of being here with us, instead of home with Natasha where she