The Stone Cage
by Nicholas Stuart Gray
My name is Tomlyn. I am very beautiful. Marshall says I am
spiteful and wicked, and a barbarian to boot. He is jealous
of my thick grey fur, my white chin and breast, and snowy end
of my tail. I suppose he can't help being envious, the great
rusty-black thing! He's got a big, blunt beak, and stubby
wings, and tiny little eyes. He's old and stupid, and a
coward; with an endless flow of long word that he can't possibly
understand. He looks a hundred, but is nearer five -- hundred,
I mean. I'm older than I look, too. I was only a kitten when
madam trapped me, and I lived in her cottage for more than a
hundred and sixty years. Sometimes it seemed longer.
The Stone Cage is also available as a play.
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