Long ago and not so far away, Duenner fondly recalled Dawn lying next to him upon a blanket in the park. She was memorizing an ancient play by Shakespeare on Shrew Taming.

The then youthful Duenner, gnawing on a stem of feather grass, waited till she recited a particular section of the play regarding Wasps and females.

And with a cheeky side glance, interrupted, “What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, good Dawn; I am a gentle-dog!”

The faux snarling from Dawn, ensuring tackle, bruises and tussling was worth it.

Gift sketch by keihound of Furaffinity.

Many thanks Kei for the improv.