Wait, yesserday Billy called us all cranky. ALL of us? Or just SOME of us, or just ONE of us. We needs klar-i-fi-kashun.
I for one am not cranky. Unless I doesn't get bacon, ham, steak, chick-hen, roast beast, eggs or ice cream. Or treats. How comes YOU gets all the treats Billy? Whenever I try to steal one of your morning treats the mom hollers at me and pushes me out of the way so that you can eat them. Why? You is the only one who gets all these speshul treats. Maybe that's why I's crankly wif you.
ME would share mine treats wif you Miles, but the mom lady person says NO. ME does not know why. They is soft wif a crunchy middle and they tastes good. Me doesn't know what the crunchy thing is in the middle, 'posedly that's the speshul part.
But I wants speshul crunchy in the middle treats too!! MOOOOOOMMMMM
Miles, NO. They are only for Billy. It's medicine