Sugar Dog come in, WonderGoose right behind, who's gave her a ride back to the Tavern.

Sugar Dog sniff the fuzzies, glad they handy if anyone seem to need one an' miss 'em-- they just 'bout her level, an' she know how to offer 'em to people don't know they need one.

Sugar Dog she love to slobber on fuzzies, heh heh!

WonderGoose walk-flaps over to the bar, there not being room to really fly, and thank God! Her wings are wore out! She hummin' that song about being Wore Out.... Sugar Dog she wander over.

WonderGoose orders a double bowl of Bushmills and gets REAL busy beaking it. Tilting her head back, glassy eyes rolling in a wild way.

"Whassup?" sez Sugar Dog. "You din't seem too fried to fly, Ah din't see you had your knickers in any twist. Come to think, Ah din't see you had any knickers on, no wonder you flyin' so tired. Whatcha been doin' before you give me that good ride?"

"O," say WonderGoose, drinking again, "I been cleanin' out my nest, and girl-- it were a mess!"

"Din't sh*t in it though I bet," sez Sugar Dog, all lil dog giggles.

"No," sez WG, "but I was sorely tempted, Sugar, SORELY. And people WILL not shuddup!!!"

Sugar Dog she grin, go fetch two littlest fuzzies, fit on WG ears just right, all sticky with sugarslobber.

Goose commence to GRIN?

Matt R starts loud blues tune, 'lectrified, some Eric Bibb thing.... ('Don't let no one drag your spirit down....')

Sugar Dog howl harmony, and WG settle in with that good Bushmills buzz kicking in....

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