DAH: Stupid fireworks.
Monkey: Are there smart ones?
DAH: Pardon me? Smart what?
Monkey: Are. There. Smart. Fireworks.
DAH: No. Or, rather, I don't know. Anyway, that doesn't matter. I'm just annoyed by them.
Monkey: The stupid ones or the smart ones or both?
DAH: All of them. They're loud, and they've been scaring the dogs for weeks.
Monkey: That reminds me, you need to have a word with that little black dog, Lucy.
DAH: About?
Monkey: If you leave me on the floor, or even near the floor, she sneaks up and carries me away.
DAH: Oh, right. Sorry.
Monkey: It's like she thinks I'm her little sock monkey toy.
DAH: Yeah, well …
Monkey: Yeah, well, it's disrespectful, is what it is.
DAH: We'll be more careful.
Monkey: Now, what's this about scary fireworks?
DAH: The loud noise, the booming. It makes the dogs shake and drool and hide.
Monkey: That Jacque dog doesn't seem to care.
DAH: He's older. Maybe his hearing isn't as good.
Monkey: He just keeps sleeping.
DAH: I know. And the fireworks, if they were just one night, we could cope.
Monkey: But weeks? What's up with that?
DAH: Bored people with fireworks available. But we have a new thing to try.
Monkey: With the fireworks? Don't you think they've pretty much stopped?
DAH: Probably, but my friend Cathy suggested reggae music.
Monkey: Your friend Cathy wants to party with reggae music?
DAH: Ha! Well, maybe. I don't know.
Monkey: Are you going to have a big reggae party?
DAH: Probably not. It's just that Cathy suggested that Bob Marley might soothe the dogs.
Monkey: Bob who?
DAH: Bob Marley … it's reggae music.
Monkey: Is this Bob guy going to play at your party?
DAH: Bob Marley is dead.
Monkey: I don't think your party will be a big success.
DAH: What party?
Monkey: Your big reggae party with the dead guy.
DAH: That's not happening.
Monkey: No party? Dang. Couldn't you get anyone else besides this Bob? Won't the dogs be disappointed?
DAH: Stop, just stop with the party stuff. The idea is that reggae music, like that played by Bob Marley, and others, might have a soothing effect on the dogs, during the scary firework times. I read an article about it.
Monkey: Hey! I have an idea!
DAH: Yeah?
Monkey: Next fireworks time, have a big party with reggae music and lots of dogs.
DAH: I don't think so. Well, we'll try the reggae.
Monkey: Just keep me away from Lucy. I'm not that sort of monkey.
DAH: OK.
Monkey: And don't plan on that dead Bob guy performing.
DAH: We won't. But we will have music. Maybe the dogs will dance!
Monkey: Nuh romp wid mi, Lucy girl.
DAH: Where are you from, again?
DAH is me, David Anthony Hance. dah@dahance.com
Monkey only acts obtuse.