"My great great grandsons will not be nitwits," Elwood said firmly. "You are going to learn your creatures, Victor, if I have to live to 200 to do it. You are not a nimrod, and I will not have you looking like one."
"You almost sounds like you mean that," Victor frowned.
"Oh, I do, dear boy, I do," Elwood said. Angus got up, and he walked a couple steps to get the jar from Elwood. Then he walked to the front door and stepped out on the porch. Marcus sighed and went with him.
"You surely aren't worried about security on the porch, are you?" Elwood asked Marcus.
"No. I'm more worried that I'll have to scoop him up off the ground when his energy runs out," Marcus said. He went out with Angus, and he watched Angus open the jar. The doxy didn't attempt to fly out.
"Leave," Angus told it. It did nothing. He turned the jar upside down and shook it and the doxy fell to the porch floor and didn't attempt to fly away.
"Mate," Marcus frowned. "I do believe it can't fly. Looks like it has an injured wing or something."
"You do know that the grounds crew won't be happy about nursing an injured doxy," Angus sighed. He whistled for Minos, and soon Minos fluttered over. "Minos, look. Victor caught a doxy, and now it can't fly. What should I do with it?" Minos looked at the doxy, looked at Angus and then slapped his hands together to indicated that Minos preferred to smash it. "You are not helpful," Angus frowned. He wanted to reach down to the doxy, and he couldn't do it without Marcus's help. When Angus reached down to the doxy, though, it gently crawled up onto the palm of his hand.
"You're going to take the damned thing back in the house, aren't you?" Marcus sighed.
"Look, if I had a broken wing, would you smash me?"
"You're not a doxy either," Marcus said. He picked up the jar and the lid, and Angus went back inside with the doxy sitting on his open hand.
"Ru," Angus said. "I did try to let it go, but I don't think it can."