Gypsy

Boy Dog:
Mbamba ...

Me:
Yes, son?

Boy Dog:
I do not want you to give me away to the Gypsies.

Me:
Ok ...

Boy Dog:

I've been thinking about it, Mbamba, and while I think I would be a good travelin' dog, especially if I got to run behind some kind of wagon, I do not think I would like sleeping on the ground all the time.

Me:
Ok ...

Boy Dog:
I think I would only like it some of the time. Mostly, when it is hot. And even then, only if I could sleep under the wagon in a dirt hole.

Me:
Ok ...

Boy Dog:
I like soft things, Mbamba.

Me:
I know you do, son.

Boy Dog:
And I think, even if Gypsies had cushions for their dogs to lie on, they'd most likely put those cushions on the ground. And if they did, then when it rains, Mbamba - those cushions would get wet.

Me:
I see.

Boy Dog:
I do not like the rain, Mbamba.

Me:
I know you don't, son.

Boy Dog:
So I do not think you should give me away to the Gypsies.

Me:
I hearby promise not to give you away to the Gypsies.

Boy Dog:
Thank you. Can we all go sleep in your closet together now?

Me:
Maybe later.