{D-2}

Just as you say that, the drawbridge suddenly begins to lower, revealing a large, dimly lit chamber beyond. On the edge of the drawbridge stands a little gray and black dog with long, flowing fur.

“Quick! I need your help!” the little dog yaps. “Help us escape from this dungeon!”

“You want me to open all of those cells and let all of those dogs out?” you say, amazed that you are talking to a dog.

“No, no!” the little dog says, “just the fancy show dogs! The others are all used to being in smelly places like this.”

“Is that person going to let us out, Tasi?” another dog cries from one of the cells.

“Yes, Lolo!” Tasi says, “if you’d stop your yapping for just a minute, maybe we’ll all be free soon!”

“You should just pick up that little dog and end this nonsense,” you hear from a cage above your head. You look up and see a sleek, reddish-brown dog with a black muzzle. It looks like a wild dog.

“Don’t listen to that dog,” Tasi tells you. “All of those wild breeds like Singer are the same. They don’t understand us sophisticated breeds. We can’t stand being here another moment. If I could reach all of the cells, I would do it myself.”

“How could you possibly know something that applies to an entire breed of dog, Tasi?” Singer asks. “Each of us are our own dog. We each get to make decisions,” she says, looking down from the cell at you. “Again, I think you should end this situation before it becomes a problem for all of us.”

You say:

“Those wild-looking dogs may be dangerous. You fancy little ones won’t cause any trouble.” {D-3-A}

“Come here, you trouble maker. I need to get you back in your cell.” {D-3-B}