“Marica?” Missy inquired looking up from her devise.
“Yes, Missy?” Marica replied looking up from her laptop. “What’s up?”
“rufffff,” Rocky grumbled. The last few morning walks had been exhilarating, but they’d caught up with him. He just wanted to get on with his morning nap.
“Yeah, I saw that,” Marica said. “I didn’t mentioned it, what with me being so busy in the garden, and you working on the web site for your epic novel and all.”
“I did! That was very nice of him,” Marica said.
“He seems a very magniloquent sort of fellow,” Missy proclaimed.
“Um, don’t you mean ‘magnanimous’?” Marica asked.
“That’s what I said, Marica. For the umpteenth time, please get your hearing checked!” Missy implored.
“Rufffff,” Rocky mumbled in agreement.
“I hear The Alchemist is having a sale soon!” Marica announced.
“I know! Can’t wait!” Missy replied excitedly. “I’d love for one of his magnificent pieces to adorn a corner of my desk!”