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Hank the Cowdog,
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Sally May
love to fight and eat and belch! Those two were champs.
Tough. Double-tough.
So I just lay there on top of the bluff and watched and listened. Hmmm. Pete was sitting and he appeared to be studying the same thing. Staring at the ground.
Snort stood nearby, looking over Ripâs shoulder.
That was odd.
All at once Pete extended his right paw and tapped it on the ground, three times, and said, âMmmm, sorry, Rip, but you sure let that one slip up on you.â
Snort began to laugh. âHuh, huh, huh! Brother lose again! Brother got great big dumbness in head. Maybe now we stop and eat,â his gaze drifted to Pete, âcat supper!ââ
âUh!â said Rip.
âMmm, letâs not rush into anything,â said Peteâand youâll notice that he didnât hump up and hiss at those two guys, since that would have made him an instant meatball. âNow let me see. I played Rip and won. I played Snort and won. But Rip and Snort havenât played each other.â
âHuh!â said Snort. âSnort not waste time play Chesterless Chester with brother, âcause brother just big dummy.â
Rip scowled and said, âUh!â
âOh, Iâm not so sure about that,â Pete said, flicking the end of his tail, âand if youâll just watch the tail going back and forth, back and forth, to and fro, lull-a-bye and good . . .â
BLAM!
Snort clubbed Kitty over the head with his paw. âNot try funny cat trick on Rip and Snort.â
Pete scraped himself off the ground, straightened his ears, and spit dirt out of his mouth. âIâm sure I donât know what youâre talking about.â
âTalking about cat try to cheat, but Rip and Snort not fall for funny cheating cat trick, huh! Now cat move back and let Rip and Snort play Chesterless Chester, oh boy!â Snort swatted Pete out of the way and sat down at the so-called board. âBrother go first move.â
âUh!â said Rip, and suddenly we had two cannibals staring down at a blank area of dirt and giving total concentration to . . .
Total concentration? Hey, if they were so wrapped up in their . . .
Creeping over the edge of the bluff and exÂtending my body to its fully extended position, I closed my jaws around Peteâs head and snatched him into the air. He did a flip and landed on the groundâon MY side of the bluff.
The second he landed, he humped up and brisÂtled and drew back his paw to deliver his usual swat to my nose. Lucky for him, he caught himself just in the nicker of time.
âMmmm, my goodness, the cops are here!â
âThatâs right, Kitty. Iâve come to save your worthless carcass, donât ask me why, but before I do any life saving, I want to hear you say âcalf rope.ââ
âCalf rope? Well now, ordinarily cats donât . . .â
âSay it, Pete, or Iâll throw you back with the cannibals.â
âMmmm, Iâm liking it better all the time. Calf rope, and letâs get out of here.â
âHop on my back and hang on!â
He sprang up on my back and we went zooming down the sand draw. We hadnât gone far when I heard a riot starting behind us. No doubt Rip and Snort had looked up from their Checkerless Checker game and had figgered out that theyâd been conned by their supper.
And they didnât sound too happy about it. âUh, stop thief! Not leave with cat! Ranch dog in berry big trouble now!â
Yes, âberry big troubleâ indeed, which was a powerful incentitive for me to stretch out my legs and use my incredible speed to move our deal from the caprocks down to headquarters.
I had just begun to pull away from them when Pete turned around in the saddle, so to speak, and faced the back and began talking trash to the brothers.
âMmmm, you big galoots couldnât catch a flea on a grandpaâs knee, and ha ha ha and ho ho ho and hee hee hee, and