Arctic Dogs

PB: [after pulling Swifty out of the snow pile] Swifty? What are you doing here so early?

Swifty: I lost... my pound.

PB: What pound?

Swifty: The pound I gained to hit the twenty pound minimum to pull the top dog sled!

PB: Well you can't fight your metabolism.

Swifty: I can and I will put to the test, I'm going to deliver my best, Come on!

PB: Swifty, how have I put this repeatably in the past.

Swifty: Look out!

PB: Oh yes, deliveries have only ever been made by dogs, and you are not a dog.

Swifty: What!

PB: You are a small arctic fox who was not meant to pull a giant sled with even giant-er packages on it. Are you hearing me?

Swifty: What? Yeah every word, come on buddy we've got a pound of fun. Let's go!