Lions and Wolves

"What is your favorite animal?"

"I don't know. I guess I like them all."

"All of them?"

"Sure. I even like pigeons."

"Even hermit crabs?"

"Yeah. I really like all animals. Why? What is your favorite animal?"

"I like wolves."

"Why?"

"Because of their howl."

"Because of their howl...I've never heard their howl."

"I've heard it on TV."

"Oh. Well, I've heard that. Yeah. It's a good howl."

"I also like lions."

"Why?"

"I like their hair."

"Lions do have good manes."

"Why do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

"Correct me. I didn't mean their manes, I meant the golden color of their hair."

"Well, if you knew what you meant, then why didn't you specify? I like their manes."

"This isn't about what you like."

"You're starting again. You and your wild animals. Lions and wolves, Jesus. Can't you just like cats?"

"I can't help what animals I like. You shouldn't tell me what animals to like."

"I'm leaving."

"Typical."

"And I'm not coming back."

"I don't care."

"You sound so stupid when you say 'I don't care."

"Go!"

"I'm gone."

"Not fast enough."

"Bye."

"..."

"And now you're not talking to me."

"..."

"Fuck."

"..."

"Ah-ooooooooo. There's your wolf howl. Ah-ooooo. Ah-oooo. I hope you like it."

"..."

"Bye."

And, finally, he left.