"I'm going to eat you all," Dillie growled angrily at the two young girls of the Winged people, but he couldn't be bothered to pounce over and tangle with them. Instead, he just flicked his barbed tail, lying in front of a table made of vines, and humanely extended a paw to pluck a fruit and tossed it into his mouth, muttering indistinctly, "Too sour, not tasty, woof."