On Fri, 22 Oct 2004 12:15:18 +1300, Bev yodeled:

It was a terrible fight - the screams were enough to curdle your
blood. When I got to the battle scene Clyde and Deo were nose to
nose. Clyde wasn't peeing with fright or fleeing. He was there for
the long haul - this was his patch and be damned if he was going give
way. Around the pair were tufts of Deo hair. Clyde had a mouthful of
Deo hair that he was trying to spit out between his bouts of ferocious
howling and growling. I stood and watched, I wasn't needed. Deo went
backwards - Clyde went forward, jaw to jaw, eyeball to eyeball - then
Deo turned and fled. Clyde didn't bother to chase him. He stood
there and practically beat his chest. FSP and Bonnie were watching from
the safety of the window sill, you could feel their admiration. I
have to admit Clyde looked enormous, with his tail expanded to twice the
size and every hair on his body fluffed up. I picked him up, he was
still growling. The king is dead - long live the king.

Bev


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