Sounds Squooish

 Hi Gaius and Terence, says Louisa. Where's Baby-Glossy?

Here, says Terence. He's come back alive!

Squoo! says Baby-Glossy.

How cute, says Louisa. Look, Arthur.

Arthur takes a look at the bundle of baby-soft feathers, and fuzz.

UHH! says Arthur.

Not because of the cute feathers. Something is clutching his shirt at the back.

He turns, and the something turns with him.

It's me, says Saint Roley. I missed the ground. Sorry.

Saint Roley descends to the ground.

It's because I'm exhausted, says Saint Roley.

No one asks why.

Porntip sends her best wishes, says Saint Roley.

Did you get married? asks Terence. Hey! Do you want a baby?

Time will tell if there's to be a baby, says Saint Roley. But the good news is, there's an egg.

How delightful, says Gaius. It will perhaps make up in some part for the loss of your brother.

Saint Roley looks dubious.

You can tell by the set of his beak.

We've got a baby, says Terence. You could have this one.

Saint Roley looks at Baby-Glossy.

Squoo! says Baby-Glossy.

While irresistible to Glossy Black parents, to Saint Roley this merely sounds squooish 

He feigns polite interest.

Very nice, says Saint Roley. I suppose he'll soon lose the fuzz. 

Are you staying? asks Arthur.

Me, no, says Saint Roley. Got to get back to my Porntip.

I didn't mean you, says Arthur. I meant Gaius.

It seems, says Gaius, that we only have until five, when the park closes, and we must leave.

Want to stay overnight? asks Arthur. I bet I can fix it.

Indeed, says Gaius. But didn't you say there were no amenities?

Who needs amenities? says Arthur.

He walks back to the ranger, talks a while. She appears to be smiling.

He comes back. 

It's all good, says Arthur.

That's fantastic! says Louisa. We'll have plenty of time to deal with Baby-Glossy. Perhaps we'll find a couple of adult Glossies that have lost their own baby.

Squoo! A new ma and pa? 

Baby-Glossy looks dubious.

You can tell by the set of his beak.