“Margie, I swear to the Lord, if that thing charges us I’ll have no choice but to make my escape with no distress for your wellbeing!”“Oh Robert, you’re a killjoy, it’s a porcupine… they don’t charge!”
“It could charge! …if ’n it was prompted n’ all!”
“Nonsense. He’s just poking around looking for something to munch on.”
“Well, you got the ‘poking’ bit right. I once pulled five or six of them quills from an old yellow dog I once had! Poked him right in the nose and jowls! Could’a jabbed him in the eye too I imagine! Blind him for life I’d think!”
“Now that’s because that old dog of yours was try’na sniff at him… me, I just want to take a photograph!”
“A photograph? Now wait just a minute! That’s the sorta idea that prolly got old Lucky poked in the nose!...nearly blinding him! Did I tell you that?”
“Robert, truly! You’re a spoilsport! Just think of all the rage it’ll make among the girls! Why, I’ll be like a wildlife photographer for National Geographic… hiding within the African reeds and awaiting the right moment to capture a great lioness and her kittens on 620mm film!”
“Margie, you’ve lost your senses dear.”
“Oooohh! Look at how cute he is when he waddles!!”
“He’s getting ready to charge us Margie… he’s angry, I can tell.”
“You ‘can tell.’ Watch this…”
“Margie, wait, okay, not too close! Not too close!!”
“You… Just… wait right there Robert. I… got him… perfectly… lined… up… THERE! See?”
“He nearly charged us.”
“He did no such thing!”
“Practically.”
“Wanna hold my hand into town in case a rhinoceros should happen to challenge us?”
“Not funny.”
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