Chatting over the fence

Ipo: Hi, Drake! Hi! Whatcha doing? Huh? How's that grass?

Drake: Go away and leave me alone, snot.

Ipo: Ha-ha. You're funny, Drake! You're always saying that. So whatcha doing, huh?

Drake, narrowing his eyes: Go. Away. Now.

Ipo: Oh, come on! Be nice! I'm just making conversation! Uh, eat any good grass, lately?

Drake charges the fence, ears flat, spitting and hissing at Ipo.

Ipo, her tail flipped over her back and her neck arched towards the ground: Ha-ha. Ok, Drake. I'll just go over there. Ha-ha. Nice talking to you . . . .