PB:
[after pulling Swifty out of the snow pile]
Swifty? What are you doing here so early?
Swifty:
I lost... my pound.
PB:
What pound?
Swifty:
The pound I gained to hit the twenty pound minimum to pull the top dog sled!
PB:
Well you can't fight your metabolism.
Swifty:
I can and I will put to the test, I'm going to deliver my best, Come on!
PB:
Swifty, how have I put this repeatably in the past.
Swifty:
Look out!
PB:
Oh yes, deliveries have only ever been made by dogs, and you are not a dog.
Swifty:
What!
PB:
You are a small arctic fox who was not meant to pull a giant sled with even giant-er packages on it. Are you hearing me?
Swifty:
What? Yeah every word, come on buddy we've got a pound of fun. Let's go!
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 10:53

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