
Piper turns to her friends, the ugly Coyote, Lil Cammie, Tyra Barks, and Brigitte the Bulldog, “Pardon, did my Hair-O’-Fawcett get in any of your faces?”

Sure, what dog doesn’t love gnawing on a bone? Or the anguished sounds of captured prey as mimicked during a good squeak-toy-chew-sesh?
I also enjoy the occasional bout of tug-of-war strength conditioning when my human pulls on one end of the knotted rope. And boy, oh, boy, what kind of cow do those Italians use to make their shoes!
Even the cat, though hairy and swift, provides satisfaction I can really sink my teeth into.
But. My favorite thing to nibble (besides kibble)…

…has to be human fingers. The way they wiggle about. How they dangle and curl. The salty deliciousness. Plus, it brings up all the nostalgias from my teething puppy days.

As Piperxes makes an initial appearance on the battlefield, King Lionidas rejects the madness of this, the 300th post, saying, “This IS…not sPiperta!!! You must’ve taken a wrong turn in Albuquerque.”
“That must be it. Let’s turn this convoy around, boys.”
And that’s how 300 turned away a massive invasion.
Myth? Or Busted?

“JuPiper, you just listen here. I know you think I have enough problems of my own, and, oh, ‘who is Earth to tell me’. Well, let me slow your gra-vi-ta-tion-al pull there. We may have the biggest people, but you are the one taking up all this space…out here in space. Honey, my man Galileo spotted you – back in 1610 – when we didn’t even have technology! And just look how much you’re hoarding! Does any planet really need 79 moons? And all these asteroids. Look, Uranus, you gotta get me outta here before I say something I’m gonna regret.”