Imagine Yourself British
Imagine yourself British and imagine the following conversation in my best British accent. I got a call one night on emergency. People fail to listen to the following words on my on-call phone message in American English, of course: Emergency -- and "for questions and appointments, please call during business hours. The lady said in a British accent that she wanted to bring "Top Cat" (but he's called, "Kitty, Kitty"), her horse in at 8am the following morning.
Now don't forget the British accent.
It turns out Dr. Hoyt had seen the horse on emergency the night before. The owner had called and said, "My horse is quidding." (quidding is dropping balls of hay -- not an emergency) She says again, "My horse is quidding, big balls of hay out of his mouth. And he's all sucked up in the flanks." She has a blanket on her horse and it's at least 50 degrees outside. The horse is sweating. After a normal physical and oral examination the owner argues, "But he's quidding."
She goes on to say "Life is our salad buffet. We treat life as our salad bar when we're on our walks. We pick and choose what we want. " Can you imagine this in a British accent? Is she a vegetarian? I mean, life is a salad bar? There's hardly a thing wrong with her horse and yet, she's deems it necessary to call a vet for an emergency. And still, she's thinking about salad. Am I missing the connection? This is worthy for one of those robotic youtube segments about equine veterinarians.
If you'll excuse me I think I'll go take a walk and contemplate salad.
Now don't forget the British accent.
It turns out Dr. Hoyt had seen the horse on emergency the night before. The owner had called and said, "My horse is quidding." (quidding is dropping balls of hay -- not an emergency) She says again, "My horse is quidding, big balls of hay out of his mouth. And he's all sucked up in the flanks." She has a blanket on her horse and it's at least 50 degrees outside. The horse is sweating. After a normal physical and oral examination the owner argues, "But he's quidding."
She goes on to say "Life is our salad buffet. We treat life as our salad bar when we're on our walks. We pick and choose what we want. " Can you imagine this in a British accent? Is she a vegetarian? I mean, life is a salad bar? There's hardly a thing wrong with her horse and yet, she's deems it necessary to call a vet for an emergency. And still, she's thinking about salad. Am I missing the connection? This is worthy for one of those robotic youtube segments about equine veterinarians.
If you'll excuse me I think I'll go take a walk and contemplate salad.
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