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Barnaby fumbled around Poppy's kitchen, leaning over to pick up something, only to knock another thing down. This caused the bird to flap out her wings miserably, squawking each time something she didn't approve of happened.
"BARNABY!" She croaked out, a rather shrill voice you'd expect from a chicken-flamingo-esk bird. "Just WHAT! Have you done to MY! Kitchen!" She was able to cough up through her anxiety, extreme strain on her voice evident with the random squawking of words.
"Ah, 'm sorry Poppy! I ain't mean ta fumble up your kitchen..." Responded the beagle, now standing up straight, staring guiltily up at Poppy.
"No, no. No matter. I'll get Sally to fix it all up..." She said, completely exhasperated.
" 'm real sorry, Poppy. I promise! Beagle's honor!" Barnaby weakly defended himself, placing his large front paws upon the bird's roost, which caused her to caw and squawk feverantly. "NO! Get off my ROOST! Go play with Julie and FRANK!"
Said Poppy, her voice somehow shriller, in which Barnaby sadly obliged and left her house, walking over to a small bush he saw Julie Joyful and Frank Frankly at.
"Why so blue, Mr. Blue Beagle?" Julie spoke first, noticing the drop in attitude. "Well, I messed up Poppy's kitchen... She's real mad at me." He began, dropping down so he was sitting in the grass.
"How'd ya destroy her kitchen?" A gruff voice responded, that one being Frank's. Barnaby shrugged, staring at them both with awfully sad puppy eyes.
"Well, everytime I went to fixin' somethin', somethin' fell over..." Barnaby said, picking at the grass to fidget with something.
"Well, to be frank, it's probably due to how huge you are, Barnaby." Frank said nonchalantly, landing what would have been a funny joke if Barnaby was in his right wits.
This made Barnaby somehow even sadder, a small doggish whimper escaping his throat as he stared at Julie in hope of a defense.
"Well, it's not a bad thing, Barnaby! Ya just gotta be more careful, you know?" She spoke, giving Barnaby a pat on the ears before going back to picking flowers.
Oh, but certainly it was a bad thing, thought Barnaby. Because if he wasn't so large, Poppy wouldn't be mad at him. He would be able to do more things with his friends, and be able to pull off more tricks.
And with that conclusion, he walked sadly toward Wally's house, still feeling the need for comfort. And who better to ask for comfort than his 'best friend?'
He greeted Home, asking to be let in. The house creaked a bit, before the door cracked open, allowing Barnaby entry.
He stepped in, now suddenly mindful of his size, and peered over to see Wally sat at his easel, painting something onto the canvas whilst humming a tune. Ah, was that the song beautiful dreamer, the one that the beagle had taught Wally?
"Good afternoon, neighbor!" The puppet greeted Barnaby, now looking over to stare at the dog.
Almost immediately, a flash of concern came upon his face, and he stood up and walked over. "Oh, dear. What's made you so blue today, Barnaby?" Wally asked, grabbing onto his paws.
He resisted the urge to say 'My fur, that's what!' and instead chose a more mellow answer. "Oh, jus', stuff." He carefully sat down on the floor, allowing Wally to sit on his shoulder.
"And what may that stuff be, Barns?" He asked the beagle. He huffed a bit, pressing a paw into his cheek before speaking. "Frank says, 'm too big... That I messes up Poppy's kitchen 'cause I was too big for it..."
And with that, Wally let out a small chuckle. Barnaby whined at that, pawing at the other's leg. "Hey, 'is not funny..!" he began, though Wally shut him up by scratching him perfectly behind the ears, eliciting his left leg to begin thumping happily.
"Now, now, Barnaby. There isn't anything wrong with being a little larger!" Wally spoke comfortingly, his monotonely pitched voice working wonders to soothe Barnaby.
"But, If I wasn't so large, then I wouldn't 'ave fumbled Poppy's kitchen..." He retorted, heart still heavy in belief that he was simply too big of a dog.
"That may be true, but if you weren't so large, than you wouldn't be good for hugging." Wally countered, scooting down to wrap his arms around Barnaby for emphasis.
"If you weren't so large, you wouldn't be good at picking me up." He continued on.
"If you weren't so large, you wouldn't be good at helping me pick apples." Wally listed once more.
Wally kept on listing more and more reasons as to why it was so great Barnaby was large, and soon enough Barnaby believed it.
"So... 'is alright to be as big as me?" Barnaby began to conclude, staring at Wally with rounded puppy eyes. "That's right, Barns. In fact, I do believe I like some extra stuffing in my puppet!"
He chuckled, petting Barnaby's head comfortingly. The beagle smiled, absolutely loving the joke, as he picked up Wally and twirled him a bit. "Oh, thank you, pal! You're a real buddy for that!"
"Anything for you, Barnaby!" He said simply, placing a kiss right on the tip of the dog's nose, which led to a giggle from the canine, along with a small blush.
"Can we go do those things you listed? Like the huggin' an' the apple-pickin'?" Barnaby asked Wally excitedly, tail wagging as fast as possible.
"Of course, Barns. If Home'll let me!"
And with that, the duo did almost everything on the list possible, allowing Barnaby to finally feel comfy in his fur, and allowing Wally to speak his mind about how lovely he thinks Barnaby truly is.