“The cows remain.”
“This is ridiculous! Is the blockade
still intact?”
“They're completely cut off.”
“Then it's only a matter of time.
Damn those beef sticks. We'll turn them into chew toys soon enough.
What?”
“Nothing.”
“Don't look at me like that! This is
serious!”
“I know!”
“Okay!”
“But do you need to go for a walk?”
“What did you say?”
“Uh, you just seem to get in a bad
mood when it's time for a walk.”
“Do you know what happened to the
last person who suggested I take walk?”
“You bit his ankle? Listen, Mr.
Snowdrop, this is only an alliance—you hold no power over us. As
long as our goals align we'll work together, but to be honest, we
tire of your attitude. Why do you think we take turns carrying your
pouch?”
“Mobile command center!”
“We've had success as allies. You do
not want us as enemies.”
“Yes, fine. Whatever. Leave. Go for
another patrol. I'll be here strategizing. Somebody has to. Sigmund,
please put me down. I think better when I'm stretching my legs.”
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