Cory: We went to Lynchburg, Virginia to see our human brother and his lovely wife.
Lark: Don’t forget their baby brat, Savannah.
Cory: She’s okay, she’s a Chessie, but I prefer to be left alone.
Lark: Grumpy old lady.
Cory: Hush! Mom and Dad had a lot of fun with Tim and Miranda.
Lark: I am really mad at them. Remember how I said I wanted Tim to take me rafting? Well, he took Mom and Dad rafting and didn’t take me, too! I was stuck at home babysitting the little brat.
Cory: What do you mean, the little brat? You are the only brat. Besides, you like to play with her.
Lark: Sometimes, but I would rather have been rafting.
Cory: It did sound like fun. They went on the James River. It has Class 2 and 3 rapids and some flat water. They stopped at some beaches to hike to a waterfall and have lunch. I would have liked to be with them and go swimming. Mom says the water wasn’t cold.
Lark: Mom always says it isn’t cold. She’s a nut. I think she is part reptile.
Cory: What are you talking about? Mom just loves water. I think the only thing that kept her from swimming at the waterfall was her fear of snakes. Tim said there might be copperheads in the rocks.
Lark: What was she afraid of? She’s a snake herself. Not taking me with her.
Cory: Mom was really relaxed and happy when she came home. She loved the rapids. And Tim is really good at rafting. They were gone almost all day.
Lark: She didn’t care that I was unhappy.
Cory: Now who is grumpy?
Lark: Then, they went off and left us at home while they went to an apple orchard and a corn maze. Man, that sounded like so much fun! I would have slayed that corn maze. Just put my nose to the ground and followed it to the exit.
Cory: Yes, and I love apples, too. Wouldn’t it have been fun to pick our own apples off a tree?
Lark: See, they totally betrayed us. I bet dogs could have gone there, too.
Cory: I saw their pictures. Dogs were there.
Lark: I think we should go on strike.
Cory: You have a point. But, what will we strike against?
Lark: Sometimes people go on a hunger strike and refuse to eat.
Cory: That won’t work for me. What else?
Lark: We could refuse to go for walks. Just sit down and refuse to go with them.
Cory: Maybe, but I do like my walks.
Lark: Sometimes, you have to sacrifice to make a point. Do you have any better ideas?
Cory: How about we refuse to sleep in the bed with them anymore?
Lark: Even on cold nights?
Cory: Didn’t you say, “Sometimes, you have to make sacrifices?”
Lark: I know. We’ll refuse to come when we are called.
Cory: You already do that you dope. Maybe the idea of a strike isn’t the best one. Maybe we should just be happy when they do take us with them.
Lark: I prefer to be unhappy.
Cory: To each his own.