She said something not-nice to the flamingo. The flamingo did not hear her.
She decided to try a different approach. The flamingo appeared to be ignoring her.
She wanted to make more noise. But there was a dozen dozing wasps in the nearby trees.
She knew a couple of the wasps, socially. The others might be more disagreeable.
She did however need to mildly insult the flamingo. After all it had said about her.
She had heard from a farmer that the flamingo gossiped about her. It wasn't the first time she had heard this.
She hadn't expected the flamingo to be hard-of-hearing. Nor meaner than a box of hot nails.
She knew she should never become friends with a flamingo. The wasps she knew, for example, had warned her.
She had thought of an excellent put-down with which to insult the flamingo. But the flamingo did not hear her.
She decided to say it louder. This time the flamingo heard her.
She expected the flamingo to lose its temper. But it just said, "Same to you."
She accepted the impasse. Over in the nearby trees, some wasps snickered.
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