The Heartwood Buckle Up Butter Cup

"How's that a trick?" Tiger asked, a bit incredulous. "If it was a trick, I'd go for it myself now! Hell-to-the-no will I ever do that," she wrinkled her muzzle in disgust, the very idea repulsed her. THAT'S how bad they stunk. The odor was worse than offensive. She made a bleh face. Lunch? Tiger looked smugly to the other. "They couldn't have gotten too far. Why don'tcha call me on my bluff?"

Tiger doubted the other would. Who the heck would test that theory out, risking smelling like doodoo? ...She eyed the other one, wondering if she would. It'd be something to watch, that was for sure.