Fortunately, a gentle, smiling African chap arrives. He knows the Magic Word and immediately utters it. "Cheeeken!" The entire army of cats subsides. Severn heaves a sigh of relief and attends to the claw-marks on his bottom. Munching on roast poultry, the Siamese smile benignly and even stop singing for a while.
The old lady has become rather tired from performing the Mapouka dance, and orders another Old Speckled Hen ale from the bar. The African chap opens a plastic lunchbox and eats his Spicy Horror dinner.