“A-heh, do forgive the minor witticism at our current predicament, but we seem to have reached a stalemate of sorts. Although there are clearly enough apples for both of us to dine heartily, our present orientation vis-a-vis the opening of the container would preclude any possibility of nourishment.
“Now, while I am senior to you, as evidenced by the grey lieutenant’s stripe on my collar, I see no need to pull rank. Rather, I believe we can put our heads together (goodness, I am quite the panic today, aren’t I?), and arrive at an equitable compromise.
“Or we could just be goats about this. Yeah, probably easier.”
That’s My Apple, via Steve Bates, licensed under CC BY 2.0..
Reminds me of arguments with my sister as a kid.
Mine!
No mine!
No, they’re mine!
Asbolutely not! Mine!
Your pushing me!
No you are!
MOM!!!!
No fair! That’s the one I wanted.
Ha Ha Ha! Love the British vernacular!
Goats always have side eye. Lol.
Ah, NTMTOM has been reading PG Wodehouse – I’ll have to use ‘quite the panic’ 😀