The dogs were talking.
As usual, they were lying around the base of the old oak tree in the early evening.
"We still haven't answered the what is kibble?" question," began Whitman. "Where does it come from? How is it made?"
"Do you think," said Butch tentatively, "that there might be an animal called a Kibble?"
They pondered this novel thought in silence for some while.
"If there is such a thing as a Kibble," said Malcolm finally, "it must be awfully big."
"Or maybe there are just lots of them," added Anton, 'great herds of Kibbles, roaming the prairies."
"Then this would mean that Kibble...was actually meat," said Whitman.
"But it doesn't look like meat," said Obi.
"And it certainly doesn't taste like meat," added Butch, "What do you think, Pippa?"
There was no reply.
Looking over, they saw that Pippa had fallen fast asleep.
She was dreaming a lovely dream in which she was Pippa, the fearless Kibble Hunter, tracking the great beasts from dawn to dusk.
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The Kibble Dialogues
HumorFor some while now, a group of Dogs has been meeting every evening, under the old oak tree, to talk about the issues that concern them. Food, not surprisingly, is a major topic. So, too, are cats. (Please note the small 'c'). But their discussions g...
