I walked into the living room to find Boadicea perched on the ramp obviously wanting to partake of the third-level hay, but not wanting to run the gauntlet past Wedgwood.
"Would you not like to share, Wedgwood? There's room for both of us on the third floor."
"No," says Wedgie. "Can't you see? I'm comfortable here and the hay is blocking your way."
"I'm sure I could squeeze by. There's lots and lots of hay; we could both eat it."
"There's not that much. I've nested in a bunch of it, so you can't eat that. The rest is all mine. I don't want you up here."
Boadi is not so easily deterred. She parked herself on that ramp and ate what she could. She was there for quite a while.
Boadicea: "Wedgwood is such a pee face. But I'm eating that hay. We both know that third-level hay is the best. She can't hog it all!"
oh my... what about your girlish figures? Best if you both have bulges!
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