B- Hey Ranger. How are you this morning?
R- Cold and wet Beel.
B- Sorry Buddy. Been a long winter.
R- I see'd a white and black bird today. I think it was a pen-gwen. I heared they live in the snow.
B- I think that was a snow covered crow, Ranger.
R- Who is Aunt Art Tica, Beel?
B- Never heard of her. Sounds gender confused to me.
R- A neighbor people was saying we must live with that person.
B- Ah! Antarctica. It is a very cold place. It's a joke Ranger.
R- I do not like jokes Beel. And I do not like cold either.
B- Well, you did lose most of your winter coat month before last. It was a warm March.
R- It was better when I lived in Nee-va-duh. It was not so white in the after winter time.
B- Spring is coming, Ranger. Be patient.
R- I would rather be warm. Or get oats. Oats is good.
B- Dinner is coming, too. Be patient.
R- Okay Beel. Say now. Do they have oats in Air-is-own-a?