This tale is of a dog named Bunny and a bunny named Dog. 

First. Dog:
Dog sends letters to other bunnies, because they're mean, angry, and hateful. They’re bully bunnies. He tells them to stop bullying, signed, Sincerely Dog, so they listen, because they're afraid of dogs.

Second. Bunny:
Bunny sends an email or letter of a sort to some dogs saying he'll be there for dinner. He signs it, Can’t Wait! Love Bunny! The dogs don't make anything for supper, and so everyone leaves hungry. 
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There were once three brother pugs who loved each other, conditionally.

Each pug set off for college to study different subjects. The first, Lawyer Pug, studied law, to always be right; the second, Society Pug, studied business, to always feel right; and the third, Doctor Pug, studied medicine, to save his brothers, should they ever need to cheat Death Pug.

After college, the brothers remained close and wanted to go into a profession together but had a hard time incorporating their different degrees.

“There’s nothing.” Doctor Pug grunted.

After Society Pug finished pooping on someone's lawn, he said, “but we can be whatever we want!”

Because doing and being anything, sounds better than a flat-out no, Lawyer defended the brother with a more alluring tune.

“Fine. Then let's open a practice," Doctor snuffled.

And so they did.

Doctor practiced medicine, Lawyer practiced law, and Society, who practiced business, sold copies of his book, The Perfect Little Shit — In summary, they should be chocolate brown and firm/Play-Doh like, like those cute little smiling poop emojis. The book gained particular success among long haired dogs, due to the good advice on how to keep the tail curled up and not between their legs.

One day a three-legged Pregnant Pug came in with a secret; she had been hiding from Death Pug for fourteen years. Long ago, he was nearly successful, but she sacrificed a limb and continued eluding him on only three legs.

In the way dogs lift their noses to sniff into the wind, Pregnant Pug smelled Death Pug. No longer satisfied with only having a piece of her, she sensed he was coming for the rest. She smelled his proximity and his greed, so she asked for help.

Doctor said he would be glad to deploy his specialty. 

Upon examination, he concluded that he could only help Pregnant Pug using strong medicine. 

It was a gloomy day. Doctor smelled Pregnant's despair, but they understood Death would be getting another trophy from her.

Society heard of this and disagreed. "You will perform your surgeries to save them both." 

Doctor laughed, “you’re perfectly little shit of an idea.”

"Our opinions don't matter," Society snorted.

“He will not speak to you like that!” Lawyer retorted.

Lawyer and Society barged into Pregnant's hospital room and ripped out the chemo IV stating, "We shall leave you and the practice if you do not try. Pregnant Pug may not live without Baby Pug."

Doctor had no choice but to duel it out with Death on the operating table.

Doctor's attempts failed, and Death walked away with a bonus trophy - Doctor's volition. 

Pregnant never had to smell Death again.

Doctor could smell the sadness in the air.

Clouded by his confusion on thinking he was always right, Lawyer couldn't smell and went on with his business without his tail between his legs.

Society didn't bother sniffing, because no matter whose yard he dropped it in, his poop kept smiling back up at him.

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Once upon some long ago, there lived two kings. One, Forgetful Jim. The other, Lender Joe.  

One night there was a terrible wind and Forgetful Jim's castle pieces did descend.

Forgetting that Joe had lent him his coat, Forgetful Jim blamed Lender Joe because it was Joe’s coat he found in his mote below.

The next night Jim decided he would get even with him. And just like that, Tit for tat, Lender Joe's castle pieces went splat.

Having awoken during the not-so-quiet attack, Joe saw Jim and knew he would get Jim back.

In a similar passive-aggressive manner, Jim sent his son Laughing Jack, to tear apart Joe's manor.

But when Jack got there, he discovered, because of the storm, it was already partly bare. And during this trip, Jack met Joe's laughing daughter, Giggly Jill who was up during the night to fetch some water. She was thirsty and needed a drink. And, well, you know the rest, I would think.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke into laughter, and Jill came giggling after.

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Lottle Feek

Pug Business

Speech
Speak
Peek
Peel
Pearl
Peril

Perilous pearls
Percolating 
And pushing
Past pallets
Perceiving perceived paths

Pearls of practicality
Pearls of prosperity
Pearls of pain
Pearls of poison
Poignant pearls
One man’s pearls,
Another’s pressure

So some pulverize their pearls
So as to protect
But prohibit pulverizing, please
Because
One man’s pearls, also
Another’s pleasure

So, pleasure please
Please speak
Speak please
Speech please
Speech

Speech

Jim and Joe

 Lottle Feeks come out at night with big round wondering eyes when they see the firelight. Their short stumpy tails don't wag, though they're happy, so they're definitely not to be confused with dogs or something pteropappi. With one foot in this world and one foot from the next, they admire the fire-beauty and trample to give rise to the flames under their guise. When the siren yells surprise the Feeks hate the screaming screech. They quickly scurry back home on the other side.