Oh Lee, there's always a bit of the ol stink eye goin on with those two. Sometimes when I'm lying in bed I'm listening to them chatting away to each other and imagine the convo going something like
Luna "she's got a bloody cheek lying sprawled there like a beached whale when that hay tray has been lying there full of poop since last night"
Stanley "and have you seen how empty this food bowl is getting, It's a damn disgrace, should we try get to the phone and call the rspca?"
Luna "we should kill her"
Stanley "hmm yes, let's. I'm sure we can work the fridge ourselves. We'll probably die of starvation if we wait for her, but how?"
Luna "I have a plan. Follow me"
*both give me the stink eye as they slink away under their hut for privacy*
* I turn round to check my reflection in the window for something stuck to my face"
