Firefly Glen sur-prize!

She did as he told her too, and he grinned foolishly. He was confident that this was her problem, and that as she sniffed harder she would smell the bone and know that she was not broken. He waited with baited breath, his body quivering slightly with the anticipation. She sniffed, and sniffed, and at last announced that she could smell the bone, but that the scent was not strong.

"What is happened to your nose?" He asks, cocking his head to the side. "It does not matter. You smelling it! Trying harder worked!" He exclaimed, his tail swishing jovially. "It just old bone. It never smell strong," he explained. "It not like... like..." Roo paused as he searched for a strong smell to compare to. "Skunk!" Eau de black and white mustelid could be smelled from a long ways off, but not an old bone.