"...Not big enough for the both of us," said Humphrey with a rather down-in-the-dumps look on his face. To re-emphasize his point Humphrey continued, "You're going to have to pack your bag and clear out of here by tomorrow morning."
"Awww, come on now... you don't realize the drastic nature of what you're saying, Humphrey. You're forgetting who made you into what you are... a really big kahuna in a really small town," was the quick reply. "In fact, what could you really do without me? It seems to me that you've tried to 'go-it-alone' before... have you not?"
Humphrey's initial momentum had begun to waver... it was always obvious as soon as he began to go 'red as a Macintosh' and start to sputter incoherent drabble. "You little %^#@... Who do you think you are? When I picked you out of a garbage can three years ago, I had no idea that I would be in for so much of a bloody painful headache, dealing with your lies!!!" , retorted Humphrey, a little too late.
The battle had already been won.
Humphrey whacked his mushroom against the wall and stormed into the house.
The black sky started to let go of it's rain and the heat started to release it's hold on the earth.
The purple and pink Cheshire cat faded into the shade of the elm tree and things returned to the way they always seemed.
Until the growling of a rather large Irish Wolfhound created a situation that made Humphrey's words seem agreeably decent.
