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Barnaby "Bone-Crusher" Buttercup adjusted his bright red boxing gloves. Across the ring, Bartholomew "The Basher" Bumble snorted, his blue gloves gleaming under the lights. This wasn't just any boxing match; this was the final round for the coveted Golden Squeaky Toy championship belt. DING DING DING! Barnaby rushed forward, not with a jab, but with an enthusiastic wiggle that nearly sent him sprawling. Bartholomew countered with a flurry of… well, mostly just frantic pawing near Barnaby's floppy ears. The crowd (mostly squirrels peering through the window) went wild! "He's got him on the ropes!" yelled a particularly brave squirrel, just before Bartholomew got distracted by a sudden urge to sniff a corner post intently. Barnaby seized the opportunity! He leaned in close, not for a punch, but for a big, slobbery lick right across Bartholomew's snout. SLURP! Bartholomew froze, stunned. The lick was an illegal move, technically, but also surprisingly effective. He shook his head, sending a fine spray of drool into the first few rows (which, luckily, were empty). He retaliated with a mighty "WOOF!" that echoed through the makeshift arena (which looked suspiciously like Mr. Henderson's garage). Suddenly, a new scent wafted into the ring. Bacon! Both boxers stopped mid-paw-swipe. Their ears perked, noses twitched, and boxing gloves were momentarily forgotten. Mr. Henderson stood by the ropes, holding two strips of crispy deliciousness. The Golden Squeaky Toy was instantly forgotten. Barnaby and Bartholomew simultaneously dropped their gloves and bounded towards the ropes, tails wagging furiously. The true prize had arrived. Who won the fight? Who cared! It was bacon time, the ultimate victory for any champion boxer. submitted by /u/solsticeretouch |
