March 12, 2021

White Dog walked out to where Zsofia and Bailey were busy tasting and gathering sticks. "Looks like you are stockpiling," she said. "How come?"

Bailey stopped her activity for a moment and complained, "It might not matter so much to you, White Dog, because you eat so little these days and then it is whatever you want. But the rest of us, we have to forage. Dad told momma that tonight was meatless Friday. Zso and I were hoping for a mousie or a bird but no luck. So at least chewing sticks will keep our stomachs from crying out in hunger."

White Dog shook her head. "Bai, EVERY night is meatless for the White Dog Army. You have a FISH-based diet! You are not going to miss out on ANYTHING; in fact, you all will probably get to nosh the veggies as momma makes salad. Dad might even share a tortilla chip with guacamole. Fear not."

"Really?" Bailey wagged. "Hey, Zso, never mind! We are having fish sticks instead!" She looked at WD, "did you get that funny joke? Fish? AND Sticks!"

White Dog rolled her eyes and looked toward heaven. "Do not worry, YoYoMa, you are STILL the King of Comedy here."