Evelyn Ford squatted in front of Zoe, studying her seriously.
"Auntie, it laid an egg."
Evelyn was exasperated. "Well, you hold on to it tight. Auntie has a question for you. Can you understand what the hens are saying?"
Zoe tilted her head, processing the question.
"They said they can only lay one egg a day. I said no, they have to lay two, so they pecked me."
Evelyn's eyes lit up. "What are they saying now?"
"They're saying bugs are yummy, and vegetable leaves are yummy too."
Evelyn called over the two wolfhounds from a short distance away, then looked at Zoe.
"Zoe, can you understand what they're saying?"
Zoe patted the wolfhounds' heads, giggling happily.
When she grabbed their ears, the dogs winced and bared their teeth in pain. Zoe quickly apologized, but her hands didn't loosen their grip one bit.
The wolfhounds barked twice. Seeing Zoe's reaction, Evelyn knew she didn't understand them.
