"Who is this "Chuffing" in the garden?"
"C'est moi!!!""Ah, E(a)rnest! Good day."
"Two questions: What are you chuffing at?"
"Indeed, and I must bark at him, scold the rules of the property into him. Second question?"
"Why are you speaking French?"
"So he will think he has wandered into a foreign country and must immediately turn back."
"Why must he do that?"
"Because he will upset the balance of scolding on this property and by ampliation, the entire world! Observe:"
"Consider new doves, or any hatchlings. They need protectors. They must learn to scold other creatures, myself included, in every language --but mainly cats! You know Norma's Garden speaks French..."
"Of course, that chalkboard has been there for 35 years. Today it's asking if I read books in English."
"But you see, Geo. I do not read at all. I learn languages in my sleep. In dreams, we meet astral figures from all over the world, and we all understand each other."
"Is this why my life-long friend, Willie, refers to dreams as "night school"?
"Could be, but we can always make friendly contact with species that scold us as much as we scold them, like birds. Lookie:"
"Mais oui, mon ami."