“Hey buddy, it’s Fang. Had a wild night hunting down my lost squeaky hedgehog, found it tangled in green veggies (yuck)! Almost pounced on Ginger the cat out of suspicion, but all’s cool now. Yours in tail-wagging vigilance, The Fangster.”

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“Ah, another moonlit night in Pawsburg – what tantalising adventures lie ahead! The enticing, cobbled streets of Bullmastiff Boardwalk beckon, curving along the Pawsburg River like a dog tail waiting to wag, while I, the acclaimed Fang, prepare for an evening of mayhem and merriment.

Oh, to be Fang! The strongest of the strong, and boldest of the bold, marred only by a distaste for the unholy green. The mere thought of the sacrilegious vegetable matter had me – oh, confound these distractions! I was about to embark on a revengeation!

Mysterious injuries have befallen my loyal squeaky companion, the dear hedgehog. Misplaced, or rather I daresay, stolen from its dwelling under the quaint magnolia tree, replaced by pulsating green monstrosities of courgettes and broccoli. Be it the fearless Jack, or the coy ginger feline, or the rather innocent looking robin? Such audacious wheeze would inevitably lead to tables turning!

I began my investigation in the most logical of places – my beloved Pup-Tastic Pizza. I hoped a gnaw at my favoured beef steak might aid my hunting instincts. The chef, a good-natured terrier, greeted me with ‘What’s troubling you, Fang?’

‘Lost my hedgehog. Replaced it with greens,’ I grumbled.

‘Oh, the audacity!’ he said, serving me a glorious piece of steak. The delightful smell wafting lasted for mere seconds; in my frustration, I devoured it faster than I’d really have liked.

The quest, then, led to Pooch Playhouse; conducting serious investigations amidst such jovial ambience was an endeavour. However, my conversation with the Collie shopkeeper revealed that no one recently showed interest in squeaky hedgehogs or green impositions.

‘Stay strong, Fang!’ the Collie sympathised, ‘Revenge will be yours.’

As the night slowly crept towards dawn, I found my conviction unwavering. The frosty journey through the Fawn Cream Maltese Meadow, to the remote parts of Upper Collie Canyon was profoundly challenging but, I trudged along.

Meeting the ginger feline, I said, with a suspicious squint, ‘You wouldn’t have happened upon a squeaky hedgehog, have you?’

The feline blinked lazily, ‘In exchange for these greens you despise?’

Shocked, aghast, I replied, ‘I’d never!’

A conspiratorial ‘Meow,’ was followed by a bat to a pile of leaves, revealing my dear friend the squeaky hedgehog! I was thrilled, overjoyed to be reunited.

So, a new dawn greeted Pawsburg, and my tale of vengeance came to a happy closure. There was no culprit to apprehend; misfortune had befallen the toy by mere passage of time. But an honorable vigilante stands ready in Pawsburg, dishonorable greens dare not tread his path, for I am Fang, a Bulldog with an endearing paradox of varying characters!”

The End.