Fierce

“Are you okay?”
“Grand, thanks.”
“Are you sure? You`re looking a bit fierce.”
“Fierce? What do you mean, fierce?”
“Well grumpy then, your face looks a bit tense.”
“Oh, that. It`s not fierce. I`m doing owl.”
“Doing owl?”
“Yeah, I`ve taken up a new hobby. Impressions.”
“Impressions you say?”
“Keeps me amused.”
“How do you know if you`re any good?”
“I am very good. Am I not?”
“Well, this one is alright, a bit owly right enough. Have you got a mirror?”
“No. No mirror, but I`ve no arms either.”
“I suppose. What else can you do?”
“Stone. Stone faced is my best.”
“That`s not really an impression though is it?”
“Why not?”
“Well, you are a stone.”
“Am I?
“Yes. Yes, you are.”
“Well there you go. I thought I was wood like all the other guys round here.”
“Nope. Definitely stone.”
“Give me a minute. Am I doing wood now?”
“Not really, you`re still owlish.”
“This is harder than I thought.”
“Well, I`ll leave you to practise. I`ll come back next week.”
“Okay. Get ready to be surprised.”
“I`ll give it a go. Bye.”