— I won’t, rest assured. I have better things to do than listen to your ravings.

— Why are you pacing back and forth? Sister, the door is that way.

— I’m looking for my keys. I could’ve sworn I hung them here. Have you seen them?

— Why would I? Ask the dog. I’m colorblind.

— I can’t find the dog either! Oh gosh…

— You’re such a mess… I’ve seen snails move faster than you.

— Oh, here they are. Jeez… Looks like they have grown legs!

— I’d better go get the dog for you…

— Oh, don’t bother. He’s quick to make a beeline as soon as he hears me calling him. Rocky… Rockyyyy!

— Who are you calling?

— What? The dog.

— Which one? The one we buried in the yard four years ago, or the other?

— I don’t get you. Am I missing something?

—Just nothing at all. I’ll get the dog. Fweet! Buddy! Time to walk Auntie!