observing a girl eating in the library no eating, it says; but there she is, plainly munching a watercracker like a parrot, her handclaw poised over the page and fisting scribbles like spaghetti as her mandibles circulate mouthfuls of the edible biscuit; her toey feet slipped out of her shoes legs tied up, midair and i, bemused, beam across the room’s expanse Marcus Ten Low