In the morning there are a lot of magpies, cackling loudly.
"Why don't you let me off leash so I can catch one for you?"
"It's ok. I don't think I want a dead magpie."
"Everybody wants a dead magpie," he pouts.
"No, really, I'm ok. Thanks."
Puppy gazes longingly at the magpies in the trees, with one forepaw half raised in hope. He thinks to himself: "Tomorrow she will change her mind and let me hunt magpie."
He particularly despises magpies because "They are mocking me!"