03-23-2021, 08:36 PM
Amos
Amos sang under his breath.
"Ohh what a beautiful day in the neighborhood, what a beautiful day in the neighborhood-" he cocked his head, hummed, "What is a neighborhood, anyways?" before shrugging, and starting up again, "OHHH what a beautiful day in the neighborhood, what a beautiful day in the neighborhood," repeating the verse over and over again as he danced along as well as a rickety old wolf can dance.
Can you blame him? He had nothing else to do. His mates were passed on, and the last of his pups had taken a mate of their own. His pups pups had set off on their own, too, but they were all enjoying either batchelerhood, bachelorettehood, or enjoying their matehoods before having pups, and so he didn't have much to do. Their den was too quiet and lonely without pups yipping at his heels or nipping at his ears and tail (all of which were quite shredded, really, from decades of pups chewing away at them), so he'd set out on his own, looking for adventure!
"Adventure is out there!" after all. And he used to be an adventurer when it was just he and Mary, before they'd met Marlon. Back before they'd been brought to the island, luckily together, and before they'd had a litter. When he could just wander off and see what there was to see, eat what there was to eat, see how far his own four paws could take him before he had to stop and rest for days.
"Ohh what a beautiful day in the neighborhood, what a beautiful day in the neighborhood, what a beautiful day in the neighborhood," did he knew any other lines? probably not.
So he danced along, sniffing at the territory lines of the Palm Glades. Well, hello neighbor! Could he call them a Neighbor? Well, he supposed so! He was a lone wolf now, and so wherever he went was his home, "Home is where the rump rests," after all, so that made everyone his neighbor! And when he'd had mates and pups and grandpups and so on, he'd always invited his neighbors in for a bone or two, so shouldn't they extend the same courtesy? Well, if not, he could... probably dig one up. Maybe. He could go find one? There was surely a rabbit or two on his half of the boundary. Actually, the entire WORLD was his half of the boundary, thinking of it, excepting the other territories of course, so he definitely had a bone somewhere!
"Hellooo neighbor!" he called, "Fancy a bone or two?"
'Cause I know the smallest voices,
they can make it major
they can make it major