I picked this for you myself she said eyeing me with dinner-plate-eyes I did not want it but soon found I was holding it in my arms. I went back to work and it sat on the edge of my desk where it stuck two fingers up at my boss and kicked its legs against the pot plants lovingly chosen by me now destroyed. My boyfriend said he could not bear it but when he asked I shook my head and said no I could not give it back it was out of my hands and yet somehow still in them. One day my wide-eyed friend returned. She wanted the gift back she said. It was her turn now and besides it was hers in the first place. I handed the gift back to her. It was bigger now and biting less than before. I had taught it some words and once when it wasn't looking I'd caught it singing.