“Mum, each foot has turned into a lamb, oh!”

“Not actually, Claudia-pup, but now that mum is up, let us play crambo!”

“Um, is each foot a saged, aged canine?”

“No, they are not both a silver foxy.”

“Are they sapling sisters so spiced?”

“No, they are not squirrels of moxie.”

“Could they be giant, gruff glue globules?”

“Uh-uh, they are not edgy epoxy.”

“I know! They are Scottish cryptids!”

“Sharp guess, but they are not monsters of Ness Lochsy.”

“Mmm…Mum, I am just a dog—short on wit and writ and long to quit and sit.”

“Yea! You won, Claudia-girl! I knew you could do it, my feating-fluff-is-ruff-is-enough little doxie!” ; )