“Do have some cheese,” said the cat.
The little dog took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. The cow watched him over her shoulder.
“Why do they insist on Sage Derby?” asked the cow, rhetorically. “I prefer Saint Agur; better flavour; softer, creamier, more … Continental.”
“Pure snob affectation,” the dog surmised, with a grin. “By the way, did you notice how it fades in daylight?”
“No,” she said. “I’ve never looked.”
And as she began her run-up, the Dish and the Spoon waved goodbye.