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Post by Tramp on Aug 7, 2009 21:01:39 GMT -5
"Thank you for all your help. You are very kind. I can't wait to try this on the Master."
Tramp nodded casually, though his heart swelled with pride that he had made a new friend, even if he was a little ill at mind. Whenever he made a new friend, he felt a little less lonely.
I wonder where he is. I would like my breakfast. I am very hungry."
"Oh? Just fine the nearest trash can, what I always do. Don't think of it as trash, think of it as fine Garbage," Tramp said, putting a little french accent onto the Garbage to make it sound like a fancy meal.
"Ahhh, hamburgers, slices of pizza, half eaten hot dogs, it's the finest the street has to offer! I only wish there was a Tony's around, ah, sweet Paris, those were the days. I find this joint just as great I suppose."
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Post by Basil on Aug 8, 2009 12:36:45 GMT -5
"Eat trash? I mean...'gar-bage'...?" This was a new idea, but Toby had to admit, it smelt just lovely.
He took a big sniff, licked his chops, and headed for the nearest bin. It was awfully tall for the smallish hound, so he stood on his hind legs, placing his front paws on the side.
Toby hadn't expected this to tip over the bin, which is precisely what happened. The deafening crash made him jump back a bit, but now there were all sorts of nice things spilt all over the walk.
He rooted around in the pile for a bit before selecting a half-eaten doughnut to start with. And it tasted so very good! Just the thing for a dog's breakfast.
<<This is all for me. I'm off on vacation 'til well after the new site starts up. Hope to see you on the other side.>>
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