“Who’s supposed to tell the woods goats?”

Tip, the black, white-nosed mocker on Lake’s shoulder, kept twisting his neck to watch the departure of the others until he had crossed the next hill and the others were hidden from view.

“All right, Tip,” he said then. “You can unwind your neck now.”

“Unwind⁠—all right⁠—all right,” Tip said. Then, with a sudden burst of energy which was characteristic of mockers, he began to jiggle up and down and chant in time with his movements, “All right all right all right all right⁠—”

“Shut up!” he commanded. “If you want to talk nonsense I don’t care⁠—but don’t say ‘all right’ any more.”

“All right,” Tip agreed amiably, settling down. “Shut up if you want to talk nonsense. I don’t care.”

“And don’t slaughter the punctuation like that. You change the meaning entirely.”