One had a speech impediment, clearly due to his vast underbite.
“What’cha doin’, Sham?”
“Just hoofing off. Taking a break from random jumping. See that? The boy teases me every day. Wearing those hats and scarves. What he don’t know is that there’s a bigger hole in the fence…bigger than me”
“You sure he ish goating you?”
“Yup. No, not goating. It’s goading, Gus. Waiting for him to get a little closer”.
“You guysh butt headsh, Sham?”
“Not yet, Gus”.
“You were a kid once, too, remember”.
“Now I’m an old goat, so what? I will eat his hat. Here he comes. Stop talking”
I back away. I have changed my mind about sharing my lunch with old Sam today.