The boys' club

Fred: I wish you'd stop messing with your belly fur, I can't bear to look.

Tablet: I must get the grass seeds out, I must, I must... they're so irritating.

Fred: You're irritating. And I was here first.

Tablet: The light's good here - oh, there's another one, got it!

Fred: Will you stop slurping! UGH!! It sets my ears on edge.

Tablet: I must, I must, I must remove the dust...

(10 minutes later Fred had moved to the sofa leaving Tablet on the favoured chair.)

Boys!

With apologies to Come into the garden.