. . . and there still is: ""He still practices his crouch, and he still rehearses his slink. But most of the time,"" instead of dreaming about birds, ""he just lies around and dreams about mice."" He had let the bird of his dreams go, you see, when she pleaded that ""without me my children will starve."" In a very few words--many of which you've just read--very little is accomplished, albeit with some style.