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unfortunately for deshy, babies and puppies had an affinity for things deemed 'gross'. the pleasing way the meal splattered was half the reason sionnach was so interested in it -- especially since when she rolled in it, it was warm and gave off amusing squueelch-elches.

giggling like a nun that had taken her first bong rip, sionnach ignored the dismay and disgust of her sister. she rolled on her back and smeared meaty residue all over her fur in the process, until she resembled a very unsavory pepto-bismal-streaked milkshake.

her game came to a sudden end when she saw where her sister was standing -- the forbidden mudpile. her eyes grew wide as saucers as she raked her gaze from deshyr's muddied toe to her frowning features -- forget the meat pile, the mudpile was what sionnach had to have.

so have it she did; with a loud babble sionnach launched her pudgy ass cannon-ball style into the mud, now resembling a pig rather than puppy as she sloshed around in the darkened water, her fur streaked with red and brown.