Angus: “I need your help please, again, Aunty Judith”
Aunty Judith: “What’s up Angus?”
“I just wanted to check something, because you were my breeder, correct?”
“Correct.”
“So, what breed am I?”
“You’re a Labrador Retriever, Angus.”
“Well, that’s what I thought I was!”
“So what’s the problem?”
“Mum seems to be very confused – could you talk to her please?”
“Tell me more….”
“The thing is, she keeps calling me a ‘little terrier'”
“That doesn’t sound right, you’re a lot bigger than a terrier”
“Yes that’s what I thought. We have terriers at Highfield Hounds that I go to, and I’d need a couple of those a day just to survive.”
“OK hang on while I call her”
<a few minutes later>
“Angus?”
“Yes?”
“You misheard her.”
“Oh?”
“It was ‘little terror‘”
Angus
? poor misunderstood chap x