All of a twitter

A dispatch from Thamus(Celtic Thane Alliance)


Well, someone's feathers are all a-flutter suddenly, to wit (if you'll pardon the exaggeration), the twittering bird-brained ally of the smelly lemurs who apparently has sniffed the hot bird-poop of renewed hostilities.
In his deconstruction of the Thanes' post on the great cat hoax in the evil den of the decrepit furball, the bird-brain dares to malign the pedigree and identity of the Thane's top cat and king of Muskovy.
The news release from Thomond Castle simply reported the annual paying of tribute by the cowed Hounds of the Emmuttmaxvilles to Moody Blue, the Thanes' feline emissary.
As is his wont, the feather-headed Rafcop rambles on incoherently and sycophantically about "Bill the Cat," the latest imaginary companion of a certain deluded lemur, (e.g., viz. EMMUTTMAX, op. cit., ibid.)
Putting aside for a moment the delightful folly of a bird leaping to the defence of a cat, old feather-ball claws some more delusions from his reverse-evolved dinosaur brain. As even a first-grade student of the Chronicle of the Celtic-Lemur Galactic War is aware, the cat species has been a staunch ally of the Celtic Thanes from time immemorial, and the main providers of Thomond's special forces and intelligence services.
Moody Blue, the loyal Russian Blue companion of Thane Thamus for many years may not have the brain of a bird (he once considered a frontal lobotomy so he could understand the avian negotiating position during the war) but he well recalls brokering the Lemur Capitulation Treaty at the end of the conflict. (He calls it the Catpitulation Treaty).
To save embarrassment to the twittering birds and twitching bunnies of the Lemur Alliance, the Thanes nobly accepted that while this correct name of the treaty would be mandatory under Thomond jurisdicition, they would generously raise no objections to the defeated species referring to it simply as "the treaty" in international forums.
Now we have both the lemur and avian leaders challenging even the existence of this accord. This can only raise alarm among the non-aligned democracies and species who helped ratify the cease-fire. Thane Intelligence is well aware of stirrings in the dens, perches and hutches of the lemur-avian-rabbit gangs. How quickly they have forgotten the thrashing they received from the Thane and cat forces, which forced even their shadowy alien allies to retreat to the Great Neula in Lemur after their botched attempt to subvert our planet.
Stirrings, sir? By the Celtic god Mannanan, we are on to your machinations and mutterings of hostility and will call your bluff, loud and clear.
Before he finds himself in serious trouble, perhaps Rafcop should allow avian propaganda to be handled, as of yore, by his bumbling but harmless spokesfeather and screech-writer, Pompos Beek. [Picture above]