I don't want him to starve, either! [Irves adored animals in general--the more dangerous, the better--Sara? She was just a soft heart.]

I'd be only too happy to help. [But then, she had to laugh.]

Four of them are horns, yes! My sister and I...well. We got into trouble back home, and the horns were the result. They're the biggest and smallest pair.

These, though? The medium ones? [She puts a finger very gently on the forward-sweeping, darker scaled 'horns'] They actually serve as my ears. They just look like horns.