Dog: We are her favorites two.
Blanket: WOULD SHE SMOTHER YOU?
Dog: She lies under us.
Blankey: WOULD SHE SMOTHER US?
Dog: She feeds me well.
BLANKET: I CANNOT FEED.
Dog: She feeds you with lack; lac k of wet and of dirt and of uselessness.
BLANKET: OH HOW LUCKY OF ME-
Blanket: TO BE FED IN LACK OF USELESSNESS-
Blanket: I QUAKE WITH GRATITUDE.
Dog: I wouldn’t know ever if anyone lied.
Blanket: YOU WOULD DIE FAST IF FIRST SHE DIED.
Dog: Would I want to live anmore
Blanket: TO ME THIS QUESTION IS SENSELESS
Dog: As a blanket she’d threadbare for folding and warming.
Blanket: AS DOG SHE’D BE SIMPLE FOR MISBIDDEN WARNING.
Dog: Barking and Barking and Barking and Barking
Blanket: and barking and barking and hating the hard things.