It was a nice sunny day in the neighborhood. Wally was relaxing with the others at a little picnic table they had moved to be next to Home, so Home could be allowed to listen. They were all sitting there including You, neighbor.

"Ha ha ha," Wally chuckled. "That's a real good joke, Barnaby. Wasn't it, Neighbor?"

His voice was monotone as ever as he glanced at you, inviting you into the conversation.

Everything was perfect. It is perfect. Right, neighbor?