Home is where the grass is

Drake: Ok, I'm done. Can I go home, now?

Sindre: Whydja waunna go ack air?

Drake: Don't talk with your mouth full. It's disgusting.

Sindre snorts.

Drake stands at the fence and looks across the driveway towards his old pasture: Wonder when the two-leggers are going to put me back? I liked it over there. I was closer to my harem.

Sindre snorts again. Drake glares at him.

Drake: Maybe they'll put me back later. Maybe I'll even get lucky and they'll leave YOU here.

Sindre mutters under his breath: No, I wouldn't get that lucky...