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// Hit 
// Story: Words Unspoken 
// by wille179 
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Spot to Rover:


"Yes. Take them," you said.
"We still be able to pay Dogfather," you said.






"That it?" the Dogfather asked, adjusting the buttons on his very formal and astronomically expensive vest as he did so. "I give you three more months, and that it?"

The small cart full of gems looked even smaller to Spot than it had before. There was no way they would be getting out of this.

"Time and again, I give leeway. No more. Anything to say, mutts?"

"Whiny pony hurt ears," Fido admitted, rather idiotically too, "so we give gems to make shut up!"

"Give... gems... to... pony," the Dogfather said, as if feeling out each word to make sure he heard it correctly. "That it. Pla-"

"NO!" Spot barked. "No, please give 'nother chance! Please!" Tears were streaming from his eyes. "I have bitch, and pups! Please!"

The Dogfather paused to think. After an eternity of five seconds, he decided, "Hmmm... No. Play Dead."