Sunday afternoon

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean 'nothing'? It must be something."

"I said it was nothing."

"Look, you asked for a worm. I got you a worm. It was the best worm I could find."

"Why couldn't I be a Bird of Paradise? Or a Toucan? Or a Flamingo? Flamingos are nice."

"This is Scotland. It is winter. It is raining. We do grey. And occasionally black. Shall I fetch you another worm?"