Every day seemed like an emergency for Tanu. She was used to receiving an untimely call about her partner, an abnormally strong husky, getting into some incident of personal or property destruction. So when she got the call from Pan about some “catastrophic rationing problem,” she just sighed to herself and found her way over to the ever frantic red panda. The ever nervous red panda was standing outside what looked like a storage container to a warehouse.

“TANU!” Pan yelled, causing Tanu to widen her eyes in a brief moment of shock. Pan restrained his volume after this outburst but not his speed. “TherewasthissuperbigaccidentwhenIwasunpackingabunchofbeefjerkeyIgotfromafriendwhoworksatafarmersmarketstallnearminesonSundayand…”

“Pan!” Tanu yelled, trying to reel back Pan’s ramblings. “This sort of thing literally happens every other Tuesday. Whatever it is probably is fine.”

“But, but, but….”

“Just open the door and let me see what those two dumbbells did.”

Reluctantly, Pan went to the lever that controlled the metal door and raised the seal like a garage. Then, as more of the compartment’s interior was revealed, a loud uproar filled the air of the room.

“TY, YOU DUMBASS, IF YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR ME, YOU WILL GIVE ME THAT LAST PIECE!”

“I AM RESPECTING YOU BECAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE THAT BEACHBALL HANGING BELOW YOUR CHEST NEEDS A BREAK!”

It didn’t take long for the scene to fully reveal itself. Instead, the storage unit was filled with boxes of what looked like jerky. Tanu could only guess from the labels. Almost all the bins were emptied of their contents except for a few crumbs. The only box with even a morsel of jerky left was between hounds in the middle of an emotional tug of war. Hund was a hulking brown husky who typically sported a round muscle gut build to the left. In this case, though, Hund was more gut than muscle. Below his shelf-like chest, Hund’s belly had ballooned by a couple of feet. With such a massive weight, the very physical canine used it to rest.

Ty, a muscle-bound golden retriever who seemed very intent on eating his claim, was competing for this last scrap of salty goodness. But, unlike Hund, Ty has a well-muscled core typically. So it was a shock to see that this bodybuilding yellow fur was able to bloat his well-developed six-pack into a full-blown keg.

Pan opened his mouth to explain the sight to Tanu. Still, the exasperated raccoon simply raised a finger to silence Pan, letting the two argue further.

“I thought you said I should be bulking more Hund! So give me this last scrap unless you want to be called a liar!” Ty said through gritted teeth.

“Liar?! The only lying I’m doing is lying on the ground after you give me this scrap! You’ve eaten enough crap today; give it to me, or else I’m going to wreck you more than the jerky fat you’re going to get.” Hund said, closing one of his eyes as spittle from Ty splattered onto his face.

As the two argued further, Tanu gestured her hand downwards. Pan looked at Tanu, confused. Tanu gestured again, this time pointing to the lever. Pan reluctantly lowered the door. Once Hund, Ty, and their incessant arguing were sealed behind the metal storage container door, Tanu spoke.

“So this was your friend’s jerky shipment?”

“Yeah, the guy was a bit of a nut worrying about the apocalypse happening, so he offered me all this jerky as a friendly gesture. A bit weird worrying about the apocalypse all the time, right?” Pan began. Tanu mumbled something under her breath which Pan couldn’t hear.

“What was that?”

“Oh, I just said that it’s totally irrational for someone to be freaking out about every little thing to be going nuts like this,” Tanu said, clearly being sarcastic.

“Anyways….” Pan said, sounding like he was continuing a story more than being insulted. “I needed help getting the jerky out of the storage unit, so I called the two strongest people I knew. Hund said he needed a ‘movers fee’ and snacked on a box as they started lifting. TSo y tried some and went Then… well you can guess the rest.”

Tanu nodded along until he reached the end of the story. “Well, the way I see it, the only way this will resolve itself is to just leave them there to simmer off.”

THUD!

As soon as Tanu finished that sentence, a prominent bulge formed against the side of the trailer door. The noise was followed by a muffled belch, which neither Tanu nor Pan could tell its origin. The scuffle then moved away from the door back into the pile of boxes.

Pan just nodded in agreement, clearly not interested in releasing the rage (and jerky) filled beasts. “Your probably right. It would be better to let Ty finish the jerky and let their fight fizzle out.”

“Wait, hold up! Did you say Ty is gonna finish that last piece? I think you mean Hund is gonna finish that last bit of jerky?” Tanu interjected.

“Tanu, I respect your opinion on a lot of topics but based on my observations, Ty clearly is going to win on this. I mean, he clearly has more of an appetite than Hund.” Pan diplomatically countered.

“Hund has that gut of his because the lug doesn’t know when to stop eating. Sure Ty can eat a lot too, but usually, it’s when Hund is helping him, not fighting him.” Tanu countered.

“Muscle stretches more than fat. Therefore my proposition still stands.” Pan asserted.

“So what? Are you so sure about this that you want to put money on this?” Tanu challenged.

“Well…” Pan said, squeaking back, but Tanu already had a bet in mind.

“If Hund wins, you have to feed him your whole stock for a day.” Tanu began.

“Well, what if Ty wins?” Pan asked, clearly intimidated by such prospects.

“Hmm… I don’t know. If Ty wins, I guess Hund will have to go on a super long hike with you. He hates cardio.” Tanu said. “So we have a deal?”

Pan cautiously took the hand Tanu offered and shook it. Even though she was the most reasonable of his friends, Pan knew not to anger her. Tanu sat on the ground and turned towards the door with the deal struck.

“Before you have a seat,” Tanu said, patting a spot next to her. “Mind opening the door? I want a front-row view to this.”

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