"Nah. Tray full-a pumpkin bread. That'z zit."
"Paws. How many brightcycles has it been GerAld? Feels like more than two full paws!"
"RanDal, dere'z corn-grease in-a cage up here. Also, the tallones up-next-over-there still haz thiztle seedz. But GerAld don mind sweet bread here. Not like da-normal brown stuff. Kind-a niz. Muz-a gave tithe thiz mornin cauze not hard yet."
"Yea. Saw tallone with colors ontop placing the tithe two naps ago. Went down to mine because sand-colored-quiet-predator was out at the same time. Then forgot. Yea."
"Smell anythin down low? Whoah. Da-spook goin on wid your tail RanDal! You tryin-a look zactly like GerAld?"
"Oh this? Yea. Well. No. RahNee said. After over visiting yours after last-longsleep. RahNee especially appreciated how LouAnn has used all GerAld's tailshed as lining. Said it was shit-hole amazing how much warmer and more comfortable Ger-Ann's is. So. RahNee pulled some of RanDal's. To line Ran-Nee's. Oh."
"Old-silent-owlz up-da-moonz-azz dat muz-a hurt! Mine fallz out on itz own. Know all bout dat? Right RanDal? Bout all my rattailz GerAld hairz?"
"Yea. Well. No. LouAnn told RahNee. Last greencycle. Tailshed runs in GerAld kin, yea."
"That'z waz laz-greencyclez story. Now. But, fore last bright moon. Went spookin. Round-acroz danger-stone river. Near the widewater crossin?"
"Wow. Scary. Never been that far. Scary-wow, wow."
"Saw DelMar wid samez tailshedz."
"Thought DelMar sqasked by machine on rocky-stone river. Cackel-black-owl food. Thought?"
"Dat waz DalMar. Iz not Dall. Dell. DelMar?"
"Yea. Well. No. New name. Yea."
"DelMar'z no kin of GerAld. DelMar iz tuftearz-kin. Not obviouz. Have-ta look close. Now. DelMar iz startin kin with ShaLoo. RanDal knowz bout ShaLoo? RanDal liztenin?"
"Yea. Well. No. Hear loud-black-clumx-predator. Claws on wall. Might need to climb. If tall one opens wall. Listen. Know little about ShaLoo from other-talk. Yea."
"ShaLoo haz bezt tailhair lined kin den. Ever. Bezt bezt. Get me?"
"Yea. Well. No. You nap with DelMar in, in Del-Loo? Yea?"
"No! Shitz-bath RanDal. Lizten. Two greencyclez back. GerAld waz spookin and ShaLoo wanted ta spook. GerAld spent almoz entire floodz-cycle in ShaLoo'z. Next moon I lose a patch of tailhair. Also. DelMar never had tailshed before now. And he tells me..."
"Oh. ShaLoo is giving it away. Oh."
"Atz right. RanDal? Maybez not tell RahNee? LouAnn might chaze me outta the much warmer and more comfortable tailshed-lined Ger-Ann's. Maybe wait til coldcyclez overz an mudcyclez started ta tellz RahNee?"
"Sure. One condition. Nap together for a few paws, until a patch falls out of mine. The old three-hole-skunk-burrow lost smell but is much-still-axoided, sure."
"Whatz da fox-bat-spook ..?!"
"Nap GerAld. Not spook. RanDal and GerAld are kin. Does RanDal remember GarAnn's sister was RayDol's nan? Remember RanDal? Nap."
"Who knowz kin back seven nanz?"
"RahNee knows kin back twenty nanz. RahNee talks. RanDal listens. Want to start kin with RahNee and never spook again. Tailshed is a prize RahNee will cherish. No more plucking pain for RanDal and RanNee's will be warm and comfy."
"Okz. Napz it iz, cuzin RanDal, GerAld'z rattailed kin. Napz it iz. And. GerAld'z gonna borrow comfy from RanDal. Warm and comfy. Nize."
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