Hostess desk at an upscale animal restaurant somewhere in the southwest. The hostess, a young mule deer, prepares to greet a patron.
Hostess: Welcome to our place. Do you have a reservation?
Armadillo: Armadillo.
Hostess: Well Mister Dillo, I don't see a reservation here.
Armadillo: Armadillo.
Hostess: Yes, well, I am a Deer. You've probably heard of our herd. My father has me starting out here greeting the public, but I'll be managing soon. Are you certain you've a reservation here?
Armadillo: Armadillo.
The manager steps over.
Manager: Is there a problem here, Ms. Deer.
Hostess: This one just keeps saying "He's a Dillo." I can't find that name with a reservation.
The manager looks over the listing and at the patron.
Manager: You're a Dillo?
Armadillo: Armadillo.
A young female armadillo steps up to join the conversation.
Young Armadillo: Hi. My grandfather only speaks Armadillo. We are the Armadillos. We have a standing reservation for twenty-five at five for table five.
Manager: Oh! Armadillo, yes. You are actually the new owners.
Young Armadillo: Yes. So we would Iike to be seated now. I'll also need twelve high chairs and six booster seats.
Manager: Of course. Immediately.
Hostess: I'm so sorry for the confusion, Mister Dillo.
Armadillo: Armadillo. Oh, yes. You're fired.
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Author Notes
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