Me: It's time for you to go back in the field now, Chloe.
Chloe: What bizarre ideas you do have.
Me: No, really, it's time to go back in.
Chloe: Nonsense, I don't live in the field, I live on the lawn.
Me: Chloe, come on, it's time to go.
Chloe: It is fruitless for you to insist, I have made up my mind.
Me: Ok, how about we play the game "Moving Your Feet"?
Chloe: All right, you start.
Me: How about you move your back legs thataway?
Chloe: All rightie.
Me: How about moving them the other way?
Chloe: Very well.
Me: Let's try that again, shall we?
Chloe: Don't push your luck. Once each direction is enough.
Me: Ok, how about you move your front legs thataway?
Me: How about the other way?
Chloe: Sure, why not.
Me: And again?
Chloe: I thought we discussed this already.
Me: Oh, all right. How about you take a step backward?
Me: And ... how about forward?
Chloe: Do you think I'm stupid? I know this is a ruse to get me to go back into the field.
Me: Ok, how about I sit down here on the ground beside you?
Chloe: Excellent idea. [chews] As a matter of fact, this would be a good time to take a little nap.
Long interval during which June becomes bored.
Me: All right. I'm going to feed the OTHERS. In the FIELD.
Chloe: Hey, give me that bucket.
Me: Nuh uh, not til you get back in the field. Look at George eating his yummy dinner, and Bridget and Rose, and here's yours - look I'm putting it down on the other side of the fence.
Chloe: There must be some mistake. I'm supposed to be served dinner on the LAWN. Goodness me. Where is it? I can't find it.
Me: Chloe, you are making me CRAZY. I'm putting this rope around your neck, and I'm going to stand here until you follow me. I am not even kidding.
Chloe: I am a lawn-dweller. I do not speak your language.
Chloe: Oh whatever, I'm coming, where did you put that food again?