"Forgive me. The New Moon, as they say, gives rise to reflection."

"Forgive me. The New Moon, as they say, gives rise to reflection."
“But your role in things, sir! What is it?”
"I made my rounds and got out early to check about the house."
"There'll be an investigation, and–face it–we're all suspecious characters with things to hide."
"This is a place of peace and refinement."
"It is very pleasant just being domestic sometimes."
"That, sir, is the same dog."
"Lots of people talk to their plants."
"It could well be that our mere progress through October was in itself sufficient to produce anxiety."
"In the meantime," she went on, "I need a warm place, and some catnappery."
"Magical rotas sometimes strike me as instructions for lunatic scavenger hunts."
"We think a bit alike, don't we?"
"Looks like we draw the same lines."
"A piece of the moon began to rise. Clouds slid quickly across the sky, their bellies tickled by the light."
I addressed the squirrel through a hedge:
"Are you in the Game?"
"Life was suddenly even more complicated, and I'd no way of knowing whether they were openers or closers."
"...But cats are sneaky," I added.
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