|One flower seemed a bit crowded.|
|Two can share; there's room enough|
|Each to her own side of the table|
|"Oops! Almost fell out!"|
|"You're crowding me!"|
Watch the changes: one has a grey jacket and frayed wings (Ms. G.). The other (Ms. Y) is younger; her jacket is yellow, and her wings are smoothly rounded.
|G. "What are you doing under there? Get out!"|
|Y. "I'm not leaving! Stop pushing!"|
|Y. "I'm not putting up with this! Bug off!"|
|Y. "I'll fix you!" (Dive bombing Ms. G.)|
|G. "Oh? Well, two can play at that game! Here I come!"|
|Y. "You don't scare me! This is my flower and I'm staying here!"|
As the squabble didn't seem to be likely to end soon, we went on our way.