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[young_womble]

There is an uncomfortable squeaking sound, and a large sack rolls into the bar. It is tied around the middle with a large rope, and is struggling wildly.

Wellington doesn't like being in here at all!

Little help?

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[middle_dubois]

The sack gets poked carefully.

"Will I regret if I let you out?" asks a childish voice.

[young_womble]

"Please don't hurt me!" the sack squeaks. "You're not one of the ones that put me in here are you?"

[middle_dubois]

"No!" says the childish voice. "I don't put, erm, little people in sacks. You're not a cougar or coyote or anything that bites, are you?"

[young_womble]

"N-no miss, I don't bite, unless attacked." Wellington says.

[shoeless_ed]

"Arf! Arf! Arf!" Something pokes at the outside of the sack. Wellington can't see it, but it happens to be a Corgi's nose.

"What is it, Ein?" There's the sound of bare feet walking up to the sack, and then, close by, "Mwuh?"

[young_womble]

The sack smells the dog and trembles...

[shoeless_ed]

"Ein! Ein! Shhhh!" Ed pushes the whimpering Ein back a few feet. "It might be a kitty! You don't want to scare it!"

She turns back to the sack. "Hold still, kitty! Ed will save you!" She pulls at the knotted rope: it takes her several seconds, but she manages to get it untied.

[young_womble]

"P-please don't hurt me." Wellington whimpers, peeping up.