The Queen

“Do you like this fur? It’s a genuine one-of-a-kind – and cost ooooodles of pounds! Now I have nearly completed my collection of every kind of fur coat in the entire world! Well, just be sure the puppies don’t do it again! I don’t want the yowls and growls of little furry spotted creatures...Little furry spotted creatures...Why, I don’t think I’ve quite seen anything like them. Look at the depth! Look at the patterns! Why, they’re practically works of art! And just what I need to complete my collection! You know what? I’ve changed my mind. I’ve been without a pet long enough. No one to play with. I can’t wait to wear— I mean, care for all the little puppies. I’ll buy the whole litter! How much? Anita, don’t be ridiculous. You can’t possibly afford to keep them. You can scarcely afford to feed yourselves. Here’s a hundred for the lot. Oh, surely, you must be joking. Two hundred! All right, you’ve forced my hand. Three million pounds. And that’s my final offer!”