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Barney eyed the sausage. One end stuck out over the edge of the coffee table, at the perfect height.

All around him the humans laughed and chatted, so Barney sidled up to the table. He didn't look at the sausage. As nonchalently as possible, he slowly moved along the table. Mouth slightly open, maybe a little drool. He gently bit down on the sausage as he passed it, and slowly dragged the sausage from the plate.

Keeping his nonchalant stroll, he kept going. Sausage in mouth, he quietly left the room. All around, the humans stared; laughing at his boldness.

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    Neville Hunt over 3 years ago

    This is lovely, Jeff! I love the nonchalance! Who would challenge Barney once he'd got his gnashers round the end of that sausage?

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    Jeff Taylor over 3 years ago

    Thanks Neville. Although I've had to edit that last sentence again! Third time now! :)

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    Jeff Taylor over 3 years ago

    Thanks Jamie :)

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