The new pasture

Sindre: I hate this thing on my face!

Drake: Why is the two-legger tugging on me? I don't want to go out there.

Sindre: Ok, I'll go.

Drake: Back off! You're in my space!

Sindre: Ok, ok! Then you go!

Drake: Wonder where they're taking us. I hope they bring us back home soon. It's almost time for my mid-afternoon snack.

Sindre: Look! GRASS!

Drake: Let's get one thing straight. If they're taking us to the grass, it's mine.

Sindre: Oh, sure. Whatever you say. Wow, it's a whole new place. With LOTS of grass! Wheee!!

Drake: Mine. Remember that.