SPAL: Today we have some rules to follow.
HB: Rules? I don’t like those things.
SPAL: Yes. I know. That’s why your always getting yelled at and I’m not. I’m the good boy and you’re not, Hair Ball.
HB: Mummsy says I’m a good boy, too.
SPAL: Hmmf. (He turns his nose up in the air). Whatever. Anyway, Ms. Eve from Desert Rocks gave us the Irresistibly Sweet Award and we need to follow the rules. Give it to others and tell secrets. But we don’t have time to do both. Mummsy will be up soon.
SPAL: So what do we do this morning? Tell secrets or give out awards.
HB: (He smirks) Tell secrets.
SPAL: What’s that face for?
HB: Now I can tell everyone you don’t just poo on the bathroom floor but you made a big pee spot in mummsy and daddy-o’s bedroom. I’m really the good boy not you. I never go potty in the house.
SPAL: So you chew holes in the carpet and bite daddy-o when he’s playing with you because your too stupid to figure out he doesn’t want your smelly bone.
HB: Well, you walk like a girl and wash your face like a cat, Pansy.
SPAL: You’re a dirty little fur-person. You like to roll in dirt and root through the neighbor’s garden.
HB: Well, you’re…(he pauses to think) you have bad breath.
SPAL: So do you.
HB: Do not!
SPAL: Do, too!
SPAL: You’re not really my brother and mummsy’s not really your mummsy! She’s all mine, Hair Ball!
HB: That’s not true!
SPAL: Is too. You were a nothing but a knot ball. No one wanted you because you were probably a rude, little humper in your other house, too.
HB: That’s not nice. (He frowns)
SPAL: You think everything is yours and you always ruin walks with mummsy. Always picking fights with the giant fur people. One day you’re going to get us eaten.
HB: Nah-uh. I’ll get ‘em first.
SPAL: You’re a Hair Ball.
HB: And you’re a sissy-pansy.
Mummsy: Boys! What’s all the noise about.
SPAL and HB run to their beds.
HB: We forgot to give Ms. Eve’s blog address. Do it quickly. Mummsy coming down the stairs. (He whispers)
SPAL: You can find Ms.Eve here @ http://thedesertrocks.blogspot.com/