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| Troops out for a walk. Daisy in front, Coco, Little Whitey, Blackberry to the right, then Crispus, and Strawbaby in back. Poor Honey and Parsley missed getting in. Taken earlier this month. |
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Crispus: Happy now?
Blackberry: Yes, static complete.
Strawbaby: Wonderful impersonation.
Parsley: Sounded a little too much like a drowning chicken.
Whitey: What does that sound like?
Honey: I liked it.
Whitey: Me too!
Blackberry: What about you, Daisy? Coco? I need your opinions.
Strawbaby: Maybe you shouldn’t.
Daisy: My opinion is important!
Strawbaby: Sorry—
Daisy: Very important!
Blackberry: Tell me, tell me.
Crispus: Be ready to run.
Whitey: Posed and –
Daisy: Quiet in the ranks!
Crispus: Yes, Commander Daisy.
Whitey: I thought Honey was Commander?
Daisy: No, he was Head Honey.
Whitey: Why?
Daisy: Sounds better.
Crispus: There are no heads in the military. Ask Parsley.
Parsley: Well, I think—
Daisy: If I say there are then there are. I’m special.
Honey: I’m special too.
Whitey: I’m cute.
Crispus: No, you are a soldier.
Parsley: Everyone is a soldier. I don’t really know why I’m bothering.
Blackberry: I’m a pigeon!
Strawbaby: Sorry my daughter, you are most defiantly not.
Crispus: Private not pigeon. Pigeon! Private! We have strayed—
Whitey: Nothing is private.
Daisy: My space is and my hay and my water and—
Crispus: We are off point!
Daisy: No interrupting your superior!
Crispus: Ow! Run!
Whitey: It was commander.
Blackberry: Right, or Potent.
Strawbaby: There they go. I believe Parsley was Potent. Right?
Parsley: I believe it is Potentate and yes.
Blackberry: Potent sounds better.
Strawbaby: I believe—
Crispus: Help!
Strawbaby: Honey would fit that title better.
Daisy: Come back here!
Whitey: Can I be it?
Blackberry: No, you soldier.
Daisy: huff, huff, everyone is a soldier, huff. New name for Whitey. Think … now!
Blackberry: Private!
Strawbaby: You’re a private.
Parsley: Call him corporal.
Daisy: No, how about Major?
Crispus: Strawbaby is a Major.
Strawbaby: No, pretty sure I was a Sergeant.
Blackberry: What is Honey? Honey! Honey!
Daisy: He doesn’t have a name. Neither does Coco and from the looks of her sleeping I doubt she wants one.
Parsley: Lieutenant?
Crispus: Colonel?
Strawbaby: You can’t name any one after a corn kernel.
Crispus: It isn’t—
Daisy: I agree. Brigadier?
Whitey: I like that. I want to be a Brigadier.
Daisy: I haven’t said yet.
Blackberry: And what about Honey?
Daisy: I thought he was potent?
Blackberry: Parsley was potent.
Parsley: I don’t know why …
Daisy: You can’t leave unless your Superior Commander allows you!
Strawbaby: There they go.
Whitey: We lost our potent and superior commander.
Blackberry: Maybe they are practicing maneuvers.
Whitey: Sounds fun but the fence is in the way.
Crispus: I think Parsley is going inside to take a nap.
Blackberry: It is cud chewing time.
Whitey: Squeek. Yes, num, num.
Strawbaby: We will have to meet at a later date General.
Crispus: Good idea Major. We—
Whitey: Squeek, num.
Crispus: can meet after cud chewing.
Whitey: num, num, gulp.
Blackberry: No good. I have to practice my singing in sparrow.
Whitey: Squeek, num, num.
Strawbaby: That is very important for her education.
Crispus: Num, num, fine. Tomorrow because dinner comes shortly after and nap is before. Come my special strike team and chew the cud.
Whitey: Squeek, num, num.
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