Meadowlark Prairie Taking in The Scenery

Gabby wrinkled her muzzle. She hated fleas. Her back paw started reaching up to scratch her ear, now believing one was crawling just behind. She put it back down though, remembering it was rude to scratch during a conversation. 

”You sound funny,” she said, yet again changing the subject. His voice was funny. It was like he shortened words that didn’t need to be shortened.