Not Those Ticks

R-  Hello Beel.  Waneeta is not feeding me again on this day.

B-  Yeah Ranger, she's in Kansas at a gymnastics meet watching one of our granddaughters compete.

R-  I do not know jim-nast-ticks.  But I know can-sass.  Food grows out of the ground there.

B-  That is does, Ranger.

R-  Your face is not the same Beel.  Again.

B-  Yes Ranger, I shaved off my new beard.  Too much itching going on.

R-  You should stand next to a herd member.  Sometimes they will bite you where it itches.  

B-  Sounds like fun buddy, but, ummm, no.  I'll just keep shaving.

R-  Did you have jim-nast-ticks that made you itch?

B-  No, it was a spider.  Long story.

R-  I do not like any bugs.

B-  I know what you mean, Ranger.  That is one of the good things about the springtime two foot snow we got this week.  Fewer bugs.

R-  When Waneeta comes back from can-sass you should check her for jim-nast-ticks.

B-  You betcha.

R-  And if she stands next to you remember to bite her.