The Fluff Bluff

It was high noon.

The streets were empty. But for a rowdy group of fluff balls trying to terrorise local ankles.

One of the younger fluffs broke off from the group and rushed Deuce. But Deuce stood his ground, despite the furious flurry of tawny fluffiness that bounced and yipped around him.  Cool as a cucumber, Deuce surveyed the impertinent fluff ball and studiously ignored him.

Young fluff, sensing his bluff had been called, quickly retreated to the safety of his fellow fluffs, all straining at their leads to demonstrate how fierce and yippy an 8 inch tall fluff ball can really be.

Moral of the story? Fluffs bluff.

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