Dog: Where is she? She's gone again.
Pony: She's away at school. He feeds us now.
Dog: But he can't hear me. All he does is whistle or shout. She talks. Or sometimes she whispers tickles into my ears.
Pony: Talk is over rated. I'm eating, okay?
Dog: Well, I'm just going to wait here for her.
Pony: In the cold and the snow while she gets older and older? Just how long do you think you can wait?