Maybe it's possible this is still all a dream, you tried reciting silently to yourself, staring in shock at Billy's eagerly wriggling pair of furry feet, gulping nervously as you considered his request. For some reason you glanced automatically towards the door, as if expecting someone to walk in, and you reluctantly approached Billy's paws, preparing your tongue.
Without asking Billy, you figured the safest place to begin licking would be his heels; as you had noticed some time ago, Billy seemed to run on the tips of his toes, with his heel usually suspended in the air. You had to walk between Billy's paws to reach his heels, and at that moment you heard his bedroom door slam open, with an unfamiliar high pitched voice say, "hey Billy, you still have my reading book. Can I have it back, or-?" The voice was apparently female, and you quickly surmised it to be Billy's sister.
Someone who could help you, at last! You widened your mouth to call out for help, but Billy was one step ahead; his feet slammed tightly around your body, cutting off your yell before it even began; as you were rolled around in his grip, you heard him distractedly reply, "no problem, it's just on my desk."
You didn't hear a response; somehow Billy had managed to twist your body one-hundred-eighty degrees, flipping your head into a crevice between his toes, sticking immediately to gluey, nasty gunk trapped there. You shuddered in revulsion as you heard the bedroom door shut, your only chance of freedom one for the moment.
Billy dropped you onto the bed like a sack of hot potatoes, trembling all over like a leaf. "That was pretty close," he chuckled nervously, meeting your gaze. In amusement he laughed teasingly, "how did you already get coated in toejam, you eager beaver? Well, I suppose I should camouflage you, if someone else comes in… I could put you in a sock, or one of my dad's shoes or sandals…"
You were quick to protest, even knowing you could risk your temporary safety. "What about my food? I can't survive on toejam, you know!"
"Yeah, yeah…" the childish wolf murmured absentmindedly, before sitting upright, as if struck by another idea.
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