“Lat’ral thinking,” he muttered. “That’s the stuff. Now, a wolf, your basic wolf, he’d jump, and if he couldn’t jump, he’d be stuck. Whereas me, on account of superior intelligence, can assess the whole wossname and arrive at a solution through application of mental processes.” He nudged the gargoyle squatting on the angle of the gutter. “Ot oo oo ont?” “If you don’t help me down to that balcony, I’ll widdle in your ear.”
