When he has a minute to himself, he never takes his eyes from his tablets; he's smart too, and has the right kind of stuff in him, even if he is crazy about birds.

I've had to kill three of his linnets already.

I told him that a weasel had gotten them, but he's found another hobby, now he paints all the time.

He's left the marks of his heels on his Greek already, and is doing pretty well with his Latin, although his master's too easy with him; won't make him stick to one thing.

He comes to me to get me to give him something to write when his master don't want to work.