Hangin' Around the Wagon

[Dipstick]

(For the bully pups, namely Wizzer, Dipstick, Mooch, and Two-Tone. =] others are welcome, especially since bullies need targets..xD)

Scratch scratch scratch. Scratch scratch scratch. Scratch scratch scratch. For the last ten or fifteen minutes, Dipstick had been digging at his right side with a hind paw. Pesky flea was biting him, and no matter how hard he dug into his fur with his claws he couldn't get it. By this point he was starting to become irritated, his normally goofy and easygoing grin replaced by an ugly frown of frustration. He was gritting his teeth, desperately wishing this flea would go away. So focused on it was he that he failed to notice what his companions were doing, if anything.

[Mooch]

"Dipstick, quit flicking your fleas all over the place." Mooch was hanging around his wagon as usual, leaning up against the wheel, one paw crossed over the other. His eyes were narrowed, a scowl on his maw. But this was the way he normally looked. He wasn't angry. He peered at a barrel that was close to him and grinned.

"Hey Dipstick," he said, "Bet I can spit as far as that barrel over there." He pointed a paw at it.

[Dipstick]

The scratching stopped. "Huh? What?" Dipstick snapped his head around to look at Mooch in surprise, completely forgetting the flea. He stared as Mooch pointed at the barrel and smirked.

"Heh.. I bet I can spit farther than you can, Mooch."