The world of animals is where we end the journey of self-discovery.
Harvey, Harvey, don’t leave without your coat. And take an umbrella with you; it looks a bit gray.
Maa, I’ll only be a while. The weather report said forty per cent; I’m taking a chance.
’Ow lovely to see you ’ere, come in! Come right in–that’s right, wipe your feet, we don’t want them nasty flea spawn around ’ere. Would you like some meat cake? Some squirrel gravy? We just ’ad tea, ’ope you like oolong. ’Ow is your ma doing? Still upset about that Olady Johnson? A sheep’s a sheep, I’ll tell you! Whether their faces’ black or white, they can’t look you in the eye ‘cause they always tell a lie!
Oh Mr. Bigly, I can’t say the same. Maa has made up with Olady.
In fact, they have moved in together.
Mr. Bigly sips his tea, thinks that is ridiculous. Goat and sheep just don’t mix. It must look like a varmin bedroom in there, what with all their messy ways.
Mr. Bigly, may I ask you a question?
Of course, ’arvey! Go on, what is it?
You see, I’ve come to inform you that I intend to marry your daughter. Mo and I have known each other for two years, and during this time I have discovered no greater joy in life than that she brings me. We have been through thick and thin; we love each other deeply. Rest assured she and I have discussed our future to great lengths. We know what kind of family we want, and we would like to start it soon. In any case, do we have your blessing?
The old terrier stroked his beard. At the thought of his beautiful bitch settling down with a fine specimen like Harvey, a tear came to his eye. Do you mean there will be puppises? And I’ll be a grandada?
Yes, puppises for you to grandada away.
Then you have it, son!
Thank you, Mr. Bigly. Now I shall be off.
I’m home, Maa. See, not a drop of rain.
Did he say yes?
Of course he did. Mo and I just didn’t want him to feel left out, now that we have our own lives.
Well, good for you. My boy knows how to look after himself, I am happy to die. All these years I’ve waited and waited for you to grow up, and look it’s here!
Oh Maa, don’t say that. You’re not that old. You’ll be around for the puppises. You and Olady too.
I don’t know, Harv. All I know is you will make a terrific father. Just like your dad was.
Harvey wondered what his dad would have been like if he hadn’t died. God bless his soul, he was only forty-two.
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