Swiftcurrent Creek & heaven knows i'm miserable now

"Isn't that something, what a murderer would say?" Burdock did not buy the guy's answer for a second and, even though the white beast was the size of three such puppies as him, he had outgrown the phase, where he feared and took every word adults said for granted. Noooo, folks, he was in the annoying stage, where he trusted no one and questioned everything. 

"Mr Fluffy was white and you are white. So, it makes you a perfect suspect. If you ended him, then no one would see the white fur on you," he cemented his logic, evaded the big paw intended to shove him away and sat down, looking at the fellow through narrowed eyes. Frederick mentioned something about not sneaking up on people being polite and in response to that Burdock snorted: "I wonder, how come you have survived this long, if you hate being sneaked up on. You have to be always ready. Besides - aren't you a bit too old to be afraid?"

"Burdock," he replied, paused, remembered their earliery topic of conversation and continued. "So, why did you end Mr Fluffy?"