Look at what, Puppy Piddler? asks Micron, annoyed. He doesn't look up from chewing a stick. It's a good stick. Fresh from the mulch pile.
'Member the time you smashburgered me into the ground? says Euka.
Which time? snickers Micron.
You know. That one time, says Euka. When Food Lady was gonna take me to the grocery so I could work on my fan base? And then she said I couldn't go because you made me all muddy?
Just on one side, says Micron. If you could manage to keep a good Heel, nobody would even see. Why?
Why? asks Euka. Why? Because this is YOU! And I'm gonna smear YOU into the ground for once!
What's that now? Finding myself amind yet another round of sibling smack talk, I admit to blocking most of this out. It's all grr-grr this and rowl-rowl that most of the time, anyway. But the mention of somebody getting pounded gets my notice.
Euka, I say. What are you ... No! Drop! That's for the photos!