Don't do it, Saffy. Don't do it!
I said, DON'T DO IT.
Gosh darn it, he went and did it, after all.
MOUSES!
Don't go lookin' all surprised and stuff that Peepers yelled at you, Saffy. Besides, she didn't really yell. It was actually more like a...
Umm...
Well...
Well, more like a squeal.
Yeah, liked a high-pitched, piglet-like kinda squeal, indicatin' her experiencing some sorta sharp and sudden pain.
MOUSES!
Quit your gripin', woman. I said, like. Piglet-LIKE. I didn't say...
Oh, never mind.
MOUSES!
And stop listenin' in on Saffron and my conversations.
MOUSES!
Saffy, Saffy, Saffy...
Saffy Saffron Sassifras...
It's not like I didn't warn you.
MOUSES!
What?
Hmmm.... Well that puts a whole different perspective on things. I shall inform the peep, at once.
Yes, Peepers. Yes. Yes, I am now talkin' to you. NOW. Now, you may listen in.
MOUSES!
So it turns out, Peepers, Saffron didn't grab hold of your hand with his claws and go to bite you out of anger or annoyance or anythin' like that. No, he actually did it out of love.
Don't give me that look, Peepers. I'm just repeatin' what Saffy has said, and to tell you the truth, it makes total sense.
AGAIN, quit it with the stupid looks, there, Peepers. You keep that up and your face is gonna stick like that, forever. You'll end up lookin' like one of those peeps we see on the news, with perma-scowls glued onto their face.
And we wouldn't want that now, would we.
I'm not lookin' at a face like that, day in and day out.
MOUSES!
But back to what I was sayin', ol' peep of mine. Saffy grabbed hold of your hand with his claws and went to bite you out of love. He was treatin' your hand just like he treats his nip mice and biff bags and stuff. And we all know how much he loves his toys filled with the nip.
If anythin', Peepers, you should take it as a complement of sorts. And you should be grateful, too. Extremely grateful, for sure. Why, you should be grateful that...
What? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
Yes, GRATEFUL. That is what I said. You should be grateful that although Saffron loves you as much as he loves his biff bags, which is a lot, he still has the ability to show restraint and not turn his hind legs on that arm of yours, too.
'CAUSE WE ALL KNOW HOW DESTRUCTIVE THOSE HIND LEGS CAN BE.
Which reminds me, Peepers, there's some catnip spillage upstairs. Catnip spillage, just outside the sewin' room. Torn cotton fabric, frayed beyond repair. Catnip pretty much everywhere.
You might wanna get that cleaned up before there's nip scattered through the rest of the house.
MOUSES!
