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.