“No.” Handy said, genuinely meaning it, considering the fact he would rather forget about the griffon altogether and telling people about this situation would only perpetuate the bird’s longevity in the vaults of his memories. “Look, let’s just… get to the farm.” Handy thought for a minute. “Actually, now that I consider it, thou hast done as I asked, thou should probably just go back to the town,” Handy said, Shorttail looked genuinely hurt.