“What is that thing, Little one?”
“It’s a new ball, and I’m nuts for it.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m coming up to see it.”
“I didn’t think you liked balls.”
“It’s not that I don’t like balls. I just don’t like to play with them too much.”
“So you are not interested in this one?”
“Let’s see. Shaped like a football and little nubs on it. In a word, no.”
“Well, I sure am enjoying it.”
“I can see that. You’re going to be thirsty after all that drool.”
“Comes with the territory. Mmm. This tastes like bacon.”
“You don’t have to run. I’m not fond of rubber bacon.”
“Well, you never know. I should keep my mouth shut.”
“No. I’m glad you told me, but it still doesn’t make a difference. I’ll pass.”
“You are a paragon of self-control for sure.”
“I don’t know about self-control, but a green football is not high on my prey list.”
“I have a hard time resisting it. What a treat.”
“I don’t suppose you are interested in the fact that squirrel is having his way with the acorns, are you?”
“He’ll be there tomorrow. For today it’s the green ball or nothing.”
“I think you might be better off with nothing.”















































































































