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Dozens of questions run through your mind. But they all seem like things the Geagle must have been asked hundreds of times, such as why his feathers have such tickling power. You admit that you aren't sure what to ask.
"Take your time," says the Geagle. "Most people ask the silliest questions you can imagine. Sometimes they make sense, though. You see, I have psychic powers and can read both the future and the great mysteries of the past. I had a historian here recently who had spent most of his career researching the case of Lizzie Borden. He said he would die happy if he could just know for sure what really happened. And he did."
At last you think of a question. It may not be the right question, but it's the best you can do when you have no clue what answer you seek. "What would happen if you tickled yourself?" you ask.
The Geagle looks perplexed. It clearly has never been asked a question of this sort by any of its many victims. "I don't know," it replies. "I've never tried."
"Maybe you can't do it," you say. "It's very hard to do. I've tried to tickle myself and it doesn't really work. That's too bad, because I love tickling and being tickled and so it would be really great if I could. Maybe you can't do it either."
"I'm sure I could," says the Geagle. "I can tickle anything."
"Well, that's easy to say. It's another thing to prove," you continue, "unless of course you're chicken."
The Geagle takes the bait. "Chicken?" it squawks. "Why I'll have you know that we Geagles have populated this area for thousands of years and never once has anyone insulted us in this way. Comparing me to a common chicken! Why, I'll show you, you impudent little human! Just watch this!"
The Geagle begins running its feathers gently all over itself. "Gracious, this really does tickle!" it says, beginning to giggle almost immediately. "These fuh-huhhuhhuh-feathers are r,really pohohohohohotent!" it laughs, picking up the tempo until it begins to flop about a bit. As the Geagle giggles and laughs more wildly, the loose feather finally comes completely off. You inch towards your prize, but the Geagle, totally absorbed in its newfound pastime of tickling itself, doesn't notice you. You grab the feather and run, escaping so quickly that, remembering the event later, you can't be sure whether or not as you escaped you saw the Geagle transform into a hyena.
Geagle feather in hand, you make a triumphant return to the palace. If anything can cure Prince Shane, this should do it.
Written by stephan
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