Hey there! Just River sending you the scoop from my nocturnal escapades in Pawsburg. Battled wits with grumpy bulldog Olive over my fave green ball and survived. Also sniffed out a secret food stash. What a night! Feeling like the ‘Beagle with the Tattered Green Ball’. Oh and yep, Alice’s none the wiser. – River aka ‘Olive Tamer’

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Once upon a moonlit hour, I, River, found myself scampering away to Pawsburg, that charming hidden city among humans, feeling a thrilling sense of adventure coursing through my veins, just as I departed the cozy confines of Wagtail, leaving behind the vestiges of mundane routines. I lovingly glanced back one last time at Alice’s abode in the distance, her tired but loving eyes miraculously sleep-laden, promising to myself to return before she awoke.

As I sprinted over the Poodle Pond bridge and past the Upper Black Bulldog Bay, past buildings with names like The Dapper Dog Salon and The Woofy Bakery illuminating the night shift of Pawsburg, I felt a surge of adrenaline – the sort that only an impending adventure could bring.

Having built up quite an appetite, I found my path leading towards K9 Kebabs, the scent of roasted meats drawing me in. Unfortunately, I didn’t consider Rocky’s similar impulses. There he was, gnawing the last delicious kebabs. My heart sank. My rumbling stomach, however, reminded me of an emergency stash at Black Bulldog Bay. Grumbling at the missed opportunity, I made my turn.

As I traveled through Fetch! Toys and Treats, my beloved tattered green ball nestled between my teeth, bounced in a peculiar direction and parked itself at the feet of my arch-nemesis, Olive, the grumpy old Bulldog. Named after the food that I despised the most, Olive was tough but unfortunately, in possession of my favorite toy.

Bracing myself, I approached her and started with in my most diplomatic voice, “Look Olive, we have our differences… You and I are both dogs of class and disposition. Might we not put our differences aside for a brief moment and arrive at a…’temporary truce’?” I waited, hoping that my tact would work.

Olive stared at me, inspecting the earnestness on my face. Then to my surprise, she shoved the ball towards me, offering a curt nod before heading to her favorite diner – Bow Wow Burgers. I sighed in relief, picked up my toy, and decided that it would be an interesting tale for the next gathering at Pawsburg.

Returning just before daybreak, a radiant beam escaped my lips, and a faint whiff of rabbit stew drifted through ‘Wagtail’. I trotted back, head held up high, for it had been yet another night of victory and triumph at Pawsburg. Little did Alice know, for her, I was just her dear River, but for Pawsburg and its motley crew, I was the ‘Beagle with the Tattered Green Ball who could sweet-talk Olive’.

The End.

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