MOLLY<br/><br/>I shuddered as his mouth and hot raspy tongue returned and a spark of something white heated shot through me but I joggled away again and now faced the dog, preparing to turn and keep turning if he tried to scamper around behind me again. I didn't think I had much hope of keeping him away from my lunch and if I kept turning I'd go all dizzy and fall over on my side but I lowered my head and butted him with my horns.<br/><br/><strong>"It's me-eat time dim dog! Go away!"</strong>I said slobbering half-chewed grass at him. He was spoiling my meal. I really wanted to concentrate on eating right now it was... imperative.<br/><br/><em>Imperative? What's that mean?</em>It sounded much too long to have trickled out of my brain but it seemed a good word. Long words usually meant clever things.<br/><br/><strong>"It's im... im... hnmgn... <em>imperative</em> that eating is happening. Go do doggy things!"</strong><br/><br/>If cows can frown I frowned and I edged back doing 'I'm cross' ear flaps at him. My tail swicked about in an imperative way.<br/><br/><em>Was that right? Hm...</em>