as dogday goes to his room, brushing off his arms from the right grips craftycorn and catnap gave, he lays back in his bed. The closet door creeks open and baba chops steps out, a black wooled sheep

Baba chops: sup dogday, they fighting over you again?

she climbs onto the bed and looks him up and down

Baba chops: gotta admit, I see why they do it

Dogday: what does that mean?

Baba chops: I mean look at all that nice soft warm bright fur, it’s like a good blanket

she pulls him up and rubs her face on his chest

Baba chops: mmm, that’s the stuff. And for a leader, you’re letting me do all this? You’re a bottom huh? I can get use to that, oh I can