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"I'm sure I do," grinned Firefoot. She put the meat back in her pocket. "That's all for now," she told the three dogs. "You never know when I might need it again." They all watched her for a moment more to make sure that no more food would be forthcoming. Finally convinced that it was not to be, they turned to other things. Marco, clearly tired, lay down at her feet. Maggie's tail began to wag once more as she pawed Codijune.
"Don't you think it's getting a little late to play?" Firefoot asked Maggie. It was getting late, where they came from, and those chairs were beginning to look extremely inviting.
"I think we'll be turning in for the night," she said. "I'm sure these guys will have a chance to play tomorrow."
Ealasaide nodded. "Good night, then."
Firefoot wandered over to the comfortable looking chairs and happily plopped down in one. The Shelties jumped up beside (or, rather, on top of) her. The three were soon happily fast asleep.
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