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ooc: Dingo is fabulous! :D

When Dingo lied down and was at the same level as Peter, the little boy rolled on his belly and with his hind-legs splayed behind him listened carefully, what the other one had just said. Up until now very few people had realized the simple truth - his mind couldn't process more than two - three words at a time - and since everyone else (his parents included) were in a habit of talking a lot and fast, he had learned to simply ignore this. 

But now - since having nothing better to do and not wanting to play - he perked his ears up and watched, how the russet wolf's lips moved, forming a new word out of one Peter recognized already. Sheet! With a... "Boo-sheeeeeeet!" the boy chimed and looked up at his mentor expectantly.