
The way to a quaker's heart is through his stomach. Mine, in particular requires a steady diet of roasted pumpkin seeds.
To brag a little, I've trained the houskeepers to provide me abundant supplies of pumpkin seeds. All I have to do is raise my foot a little and say "Wave..." I'm not sure what they think it means, but they make pleasant sounds and hand me pumpkin seeds... most of the time.
Ah, it's a bird's life!
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