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Stick Dog slowly straightened his body and dropped the cardboard circle to the ground. “You have to taste that thing,” Stick Dog whispered. “I can’t believe I’m saying this – but I think it tastes even better than hamburgers or frankfurters.”

“That’s impossible,” muttered Karen, but she had learned a long time ago to trust Stick Dog when it came to the subject of food. They all began licking the cardboard.

Stripes lifted her head momentarily and asked, “What is this red, sticky stuff?”

“Here, let me see,” said Poo-Poo, and he nudged his nose into a red splotch smeared across one section of the cardboard. He sniffed it, licked it, and then bit off a little piece and swirled it around in his mouth. He declared with great authority, “That red sticky stuff is delicious, no doubt. It has hints of salt and spice, and a fine, clean finish on the back of my palate. It evokes memories of tomato, green pepper, onion, and finely ground pepper.”

For the first time, the dogs stopped licking the cardboard. They all looked at Poo-Poo with astonishment.

“What?” asked Poo-Poo. “You all know that I have very refined taste. That should come as no surprise.”

Stick Dog said, “Well, Poo-Poo, it was a very fine description, I’ll give you that. What about that yellow-and-orangish stuff on the cardboard near the centre of the circle? What’s that taste like?”