Pesky Paparazzo: "Hey Mr. pT? What's going on?"
Mr. pT: "I'm standing on one foot. What does it look like I'm doing?" Pesky Paparazzo: "I'm surprised you didn't fly away. I'm standing only 15 feet below you!"
Mr. pT: "What's that you said? I couldn't hear you with all the crunching of leaves under your feet." Pesky Paparazzo: "I'M STANDING RIGHT UNDER YOU!"
Mr. pT: "Oh my! You are awfully close. You seem pretty harmless, I guess."
Mr. pT: "It's been a long hard day flying about, standing in water up to my knees, fishing in murky waters. Now I'm comfy in my tree, and the sun is setting. I'm too tired to fly away."
Mr. pT: "Look over there. It's my friend the Flicker. Hi Flick!"
Flick: "Hey Mr. pT. Who's the dude in black with the long white beak?"
Mr. pT: "That's our neighborhood pesky paparazzo. He's out in the woods every night, but he doesn't come down this way very often."
Mr. pT: "Doesn't look much like rain does it paparazzo?" Pesky Paparazzo: "Clear blue skies as far as I can see. Do you roost in this tree often?"
Mr. pT: "Hold on a minute I have an itch I need to scratch." Pesky Paparazzo: "You sure are easily distracted easily..."
Mr. pT: "Oh I know I am. I'm so sorry and ashamed that I'm so easily distracted." Pesky Paparazzo: "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Don't worry..."
Mr pT: " You're right. I'm neither sorry or ashamed. I was just pulling your leg." Pesky Paparazzo: "Drama Queen!"