Is it a weekend afternoon? Because nothing's going on in the house of Palinode and Schmutzie. She works on the computer, he reads World War Z.
Palinode: Something's been on my mind for a while now.
Schmutzie: What's that?
Palinode: How would you defend yourself, against the bobolink?
Schmutzie: 'The' bobolink? There's only one?
Palinode: If you found yourself under attack from the bobolink, what would you do?
Schmutzie: Drop to the ground and curl up into a ball.
Palinode: Hmm... I suppose.
Schmutzie: What's wrong with that?
Palinode: I guess that's one way to keep yourself from the claws and beak of the bobolink. But don't forget you'd be fighting in a confined space.
Schmutzie: I would?
Palinode: Sure, why not?
Schmutzie: What would you do when faced with 'the' bobolink?
Palinode: I would employ my mongoose.
Palinode: Against the bobolink.
Schmutzie: You don't have a mongoose.
Palinode: A mongoose would do well in a confined space.
Schmutzie: Mongeese are illegal in North America.
Palinode: But I need to fight the bobolink in a confined space.
Schmutzie: How about you keep to open spaces and avoid this bobolink altogether? You know, stop going to the confined space?
Palinode: But that's... where all my... crackers... are. I'm not buying new crackers.
Schmutzie: Look, I'll go in and get the crackers.
Palinode: Yeah, right.
Schmutzie: I'll flail my arms around like a flail. The flail may be the bobolink's natural enemy.
Palinode: And the second you reach for the crackers, the bobolink will have you.