Claude Monet Autumn at Argenteuil painting

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You didn't see any supper, I notice," his wife replied coldly. "I hate a man who talks with his mouth empty."
"Baby, a unicorn!" The jay abandoned his casual air and hopped up and down on the branch. "I haven't seen one of those since the time—"
"You've never seen one," she and what you haven't."
The jay paid no attention. "There was a strange-looking party in black with her," he rattled. "They were going over
Cat Mountain. I wonder if they were heading for Haggard's country." He cocked his head to the artistic angle that had first won his wife. "What a vision for old Haggard's breakfast," he marveled. "A unicorn coming to call, bold as you please, rat-tat-tat on his dismal door. I'd give anything to see—"
"I suppose the two of you didn't spend the whole day watching unicorns," his wife interrupted with a click of her beak. "At least, I understand that she used to be considered quite imaginative in matters of spare time." She advanced on him, her neck feathers ruffling.
"Honey, I haven't even seen her—" the blue jay began, and his wife knew that