Mr Ian Corby professed himself terribly fond of his spouse, and sought by the indulging of her peculiarities to burnish the glow of their union. He did not stint on the seed or the other foods to which she gave tokens of her partiality, but night and day scoured the gutters of the municipality for the cold chips and pitta crusts and half-gnawed chicken bones in which she delighted. Upon his travels to and from the Council Chamber, his keen eye would alight on shiny things which, acting on a sort of custodes inventores principle, he would swoop down and scoop up in his claws, and hastily bear off for the delectation of Mrs Bianca Columbina. Mr Ian Corby was diligent also in the matter of the hygiene issues posed by the idiosyncratic approach taken by his wife with regard to her own easement, and raised nary a metaphorical eyebrow at the burgeoning expense of plastic sheets laid on the parquet to protect it from the depredations of columbine guano. —
The Council Chamber, Ian Corby
Nevertheless, being an honourable sort of corvid, Mr Ian Corby did his best to digest this unpalatable truth, and resolved to honour his wheeted sepawker according to the tenets of the Lex Matrimonia Avum. —
Lex Matrimonia Avum
Mr and Mrs Ian Corby chanced to be within doors upon that fateful night when the scum of St Pauls and Montypee implemented the charivari which they had been devising. Mr Ian Corby had just reached the termination of a lengthy address to his lady wife regarding certain issues which had arisen between them regarding domestic economy, amongst which the hygienic matters alluded to above most certainly had figured quite prominently. To his regret, Mrs Bianca Corby had not appeared overly receptive to his moralising, but had seemed distrait, not to say feverish. Perhaps she was indisposed; for, withal she cooed as softly as ever in response to the promptings of her spouse, nevertheless as the latter noted following several discreet and reluctant inspections, the guano which she pervasively deposited appeared less granular and more fluid than of late and also, he to his own chagrin was forced to admit to himself, really quite malodorous. —
charivari, The charivari
Then the shouting died down again, and a new voice, which the universal speculum would have recognised as belonging to Medusa the gorgon, assailed him from from quite nearby, —
Medusa
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