“Hey Ma, just an ordinary day. Plotting revenge on Willie, the toy-chewer. Recruited dog whisperer Duchess with a pizza crust. Willie’s pride took a hit, not a scratch on him though! Pupperoni Pizza for victory lunch. Willie’s though, licking his wounds. Don’t mess with us terriers! Peace in Pawsburg restored. Tons of love, Turby Lurby.”

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Well mates, it was just an ordinary day in Pawsburg, or so it seemed. I, Turbo, found myself once again avoiding the hustle and bustle of city life and heading for the solitude of Cream Maltese Meadow. My ol’ chums Squirt and Sissy were already there, up to their usual antics.

“Whatcha doin’?” Squirt asked nonchalantly, cringing a little at the frayed stump of what once had been my favorite rubber toy – a memento of better, less chewed-up times.

I grumbled beneath my wiry coat, “Plotting revenge,” I announced, a hint of anger coloring my words.

“Revenge? On who?” Sissy cocked her head to one side, focusing her entire attention on me, quite a rarity indeed.

“On Willie,” I growled. The thought of the orange cat who liked to gnaw on my toy sent my tails into a tizzy.

And so, the stage was set for “Operation Get-Back-Willie”, bound to be the greatest caper to hit Pawsburg since we’d convinced the cats that Bone Appetit had changed into a fish joint for a day.

Step one: Secure the services of the Pawfect Training Center. “Who knows how to knock a cat down a peg or two?”, I pondered whilst making my deposit of leftover pizza crust, “A dog whisperer of course.” And just in time, in came Duchess, a noble Dalmatian who held her knowledge like a scepter. “Give Willie a taste of his own medicine,” I told her, passing along the plan.

By the time evening rolled in and all the dogs of Pawsburg were sneaking back to their homes, Willie was looking like he had encountered a cheese-grater. Oh, not in a harmful sense, but his pride was scraped raw. He wouldn’t dare touch another’s toy at the risk of another session.

We celebrated our victory at Pupperoni Pizza, the greatest restaurant in Pawsburg, needless to say. As the crust crumbled from our feast, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. “Revenge is a dish best served cold,” I mused, nibbling the cheesy edge of my victory slice under the table.

As for Willie and his reign of toy terror, let’s just say the once mighty lion was busy licking his wounds at the Pawsome Pet Pharmacy. And thus, peace restored in Pawsburg. I tell you mates, it was one heck of a day! Just goes to show, cross a terrier, and the only thing you’re likely to find is a bone to pick.

The End.