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The larger pup took her by surprise again, wriggling and pulling away. Sugar stood dumbly and blinked as Weejay proceeded to bounce back, then drop to her belly, all in the space of a second or two. She looked down just in time to see her playmate nudge her near her chest. It tickled and elicited a sharp sound from Sugar, the strange hybrid of a giggle and a hiss.

She reacted in two different ways: even as she made to jerk backward (destined for a hat trick when it came to hard sits), Sugar instinctively lashed out a paw to smack against Weejay's snout. The sight of her own small foot prompted a third reaction: the tiny youth froze, eyes like wet ink as they stared at the unexpected, disembodied limb hovering in the foreground.