The seven Bobwhites congregated around the big table in the kitchen of Crabapple Farm.

Winter seemed to have finally broken its’ fierce grip on Sleepyside and the group had celebrated by grilling out hamburgers.

"Yum! Why is it that the first cookout of the year smells so good," mused Honey.

"Because we have missed that deliciousness of the grilled burgers all winter long," Trixie responded as the ate the last bite of her sandwich. She licked her fingers and grinned at her best friend.

"Actually, my younger sibling...," began Mart.

The group around the table all groaned in unison as they could sense a Mart explanation beginning.

"As I was saying, the different atmospheric conditions in the spring season allow the wafts of smoke to move in a different manner, thus creating an alternate essence to the odors that stimulate our olfactory nerve."

Trixie rolled her eyes in a greatly exaggerated manner. The rest of the group laughed as Mart attempted to continue his explanation. None of the Bobwhites would give him a chance to speak. Brian, Dan, and Trixie stood up and begin clearing the table. Honey and Di gathered up the condiments and put them away. Jim wiped off the table. Meanwhile, Mart sat in his chair, determined to finish his long and complicated explanation that he had started . The others darted around the kitchen, teasing each other and joking as they cleaned up from dinner. Finally Mart had had enough. He pounded his fist on the table, grabbing everybody’s attention.

"I am going to finish what I was saying," Mart announced.

"Oh come on, Mart," said Trixie. "You are being nothing but a windbag tonight.

Mart stared at his younger sister.

"Oh yeah, and what is that supposed to mean? In case you didn’t know, a windbag is part of the instrument known familiarly as a bagpipe. The last time I checked, I was not a part of a bagpipe. So clearly, you do not know of what you speak, dear sister," he said smugly.

Before replying, Trixie pulled out her phone and tapped several buttons. Finding the screen she wanted, Trixie cleared her throat and began reading aloud,

"Windbag.. ‘a person who talks at length but says little of value’."

Mart sputtered as the remaining Bobwhites burst into laughter.