The way I figure it, Tiny, is that if we take that piece of bacon you pinched from the giant’s plate and toss drag it over to the fuzzy floor, the dog will sniff it out. While I has him distracted, you roll as much of that kibble as you can behind the stove. No, I wouldn’t rather just keep the bacon (now, if it was cheese….) Nevermind, you got the plan, Tiny? Let’s go!
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