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Casmir listened as Dante gently tried to guilt him into not saying the Word. while it was probably true, knowing his mother wouldn't like him saying it coloured the utterance with tinges of forbidden joy. he gave a sly beam to the alpha. "are you gonna tell Mama?" the boy asked, hopeful that Dante would not. they were buddies in crime now; much better than mean fat ol' Connie. 

"I dunno," he muttered in answer to the man's inquiry, shrugging one feathery shoulder. "I hearded it somewhere but I can't amember." Casmir wagged his tail affably. "But if I not asposed to say DICK, what I say wh'n Connie issa meaniebutt!?"