Once upon a time there were two Scruffy Dogs, who went to the park to play on a warm spring day.
After running hither and yon, and chasing one another from one end of the park to the other, they were tired and thirsty and wanted to go home!
But first they had to cross the Bridge ...
The smaller of the two scruffy dogs was somewhat reluctant to pass over the Bridge, despite having crossed it without a care in the world just a scant half hour before.
"I don't know, Tucker," said the littler of the Two Scruffy Dogs, whose name was Phoebe. "Who's to say that this Bridge doesn't have a monster living underneath it. Or even a troll! A big, fierce, hungry one who will jump out and gobble us up if we attempt to cross."
Tucker was the larger, as well as the older and wiser, of the Two Scruffy Dogs. He said, reassuringly, "Fear not, young Phoebe. I have traversed this Bridge many times. In all that time, I have never come to harm, and neither will you. And listen ... I believe I hear the voice of our slave girl summoning us to dinner."
And with this - the Two Scruffy Dogs scampered across the Bridge and went home.
Snip snap snout - this tale's told out.
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