This is my fluffy and my fluffy it shall be and i shall call it my fluffy

I met an awfully odd character today while I was taking my midday nap in a lame tree branch. Minding my own business I heard a grunting noise coming from a few yards away. I saw a young woman gently setting a piglet back on its feet and she watched it as it trotted off. As she approached me in the tree I was waiting with a welcoming smile. She asked me which way she ought to go from here. Why was I supposed to know where she wanted to go? I cant read her mind. Then she asked me what kind of people lived here and I replied by stating a very clear and known fact, everyone who resides here is mad. Then she had the audacity to pretend like she wasn't mad and as if being mad was something bad but, I reassured her that she had to be mad. Then she went on trying to convince me that I was purring when I was happy and not growling which is completely absurd. She informed me that she was going to be playing croquet later that day with the queen so I decided I would meet her there and left without bidding her adieu.