"Ohhhh. I guess that makes sense. It's good to have friends, anyways," she responded. Even if they were of the furry or scaly variety, she would be happy to call any living creature her friend.

Billie scuttled to stand next to Ama, mimicking her hands on her hips as if she thought it would help her appear as if she were looking upon their masterpiece critically. The fence was certainly a statement. Even though their two halves didn't quite meld together in some places, its vibrancy still seemed to work. Tilting her head, she beamed up at Ama, "Yes! It looks real pretty. Your neighbors are gonna be real jealous they got boring old white fences instead."

Though, even she knew the woman's neighbors weren't likely to be jealous, Billie was convinced they should be.