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.”