She'd not been round for weeks... br We thought she'd gone br as suddenly as she'd appeared br that morning br just before Christmas br when our hearts had lifted br at the sight of her. br br And then this morning... br There she was again, br walking briskly along the dusty road br as if she owned the place br and beside her br a perfect replica br (quarter size) br a little pea-chick br following his mother like a shadow. br br So I was right... br That passionate percussion br of summer honking br was indeed the prelude br to a new composition. br br I suppose we'd better call her br Mrs.