PB:
"[after pulling Swifty out of the snow pile] Swifty? What are you doing here so early?"
Swifty:
"I lost... my pound."
PB:
"What pound?"
Swifty:
"The pound I gained to hit the twenty pound minimum to pull the top dog sled!"
PB:
"Well you can't fight your metabolism."
Swifty:
"I can and I will put to the test, I'm going to deliver my best, Come on!"
PB:
"Swifty, how have I put this repeatably in the past."
Swifty:
"Look out!"
PB:
"Oh yes, deliveries have only ever been made by dogs, and you are not a dog."
Swifty:
"What!"
PB:
"You are a small arctic fox who was not meant to pull a giant sled with even giant-er packages on it. Are you hearing me?"
Swifty:
"What? Yeah every word, come on buddy we've got a pound of fun. Let's go!"
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