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it made his tail stiffen straight, and his jaws not close around his piece of chosen meat. the a-word hadn't really been used until then, but once it settled itself into gucci's mind as a positive one, he could continue to attend to his pharaoh with a swaying tail, chewing jovially on a good cut of rabbit.

"your glority," gucci swallowed. "you'se a man o' undisputed vitality n virility. fer ya t' fall a'fore th' heir's ready t' rule, would herald snows in summer n rivers flowing backwise." 

the advisor rolled a small, meaty bone towards himself.

"but ah concur, ahm nawt th' most educated in th' intricacies."