"Iunno, Al..." Brandy said, squatting down next to the aulderian royal poodle and looking it over. "You think that old bat could even tell if somebody scratched this mutt's belly or behind his ears? How'd she know, right?" The satyress asked, while smirking at the poodle, who in response turned his nose up and snorted, before turning his head in a different direction. "But ya got a point, old crone wanted us to something a certain way, so I guess we gotta do it like she wants, huh?" She added, before standing back up.

However, as soon as the two girls and their ward had walked out of sight of the old Elmswood house, Francoise, who had previously acted like a snooty, pampered and spoiled little brat, suddenly began to act strangely... His raised head lowered, his nostrils began to flare and soon, the dog was running around, bouncing and jumping, chasing after butterflies and diving headfirst into patches of tall grass, wild flowers and ... Unfortunately... A patch of mud...

Rather than being absolutely terrified and abhored by the sudden shift in personality, and the fact that the pooch they were supposed to keep from getting dirty and touched, who was now running amok and behaving like any old run-of-the-mill pup you would find anywhere, Brandy's entire body began to quiver... And then she let out the most jovial laugh you ever did hear, folding forward and wrapping her arms around her own stomach as she laughed so hard that tears were forming at the corner of her eyes.

"[b][i]Maa-ha-ha-ha-ah-ha-ha~![/i][/b] Whaddya know? The lil' fella cuts loose as soon as he's outta sight of the old battle axe, huh? [b]Maa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha![/b]" She roared, with good spirits and humor, seemingly compoletely unphased by this rather disastrous turn of events.

In addtion, after having rolled around on his back in the muddy ditch for a bit, Francoise suddenly stood up, barked energetically and the set off towards the village proper, on his own, as fast as his legs could carry him... Kicking up a small trail of dust as he locomoted ahead like a panicked gazelle, leaving the two girls in the proverbial dust on the little trail. Brandy's laughter subsided, she wiped her eyes and suddenly had a dangerous glint in her eyes, as she also smiled mischievously.

"Oh-ho~? Trying to get a head-start, poochie? No way you're getting away that easily~ Come back here, ya lil' scamp~! Hooooaaaaaaaahh!" Brandy let out a challenging roar, as she dashed off as well, chasing after the runaway hound - leaving another trail of dust behind her as she charged after the dog, with remarkable speed and vigor, while her rather exposed chest bounced and swayed with each step she took - looking like it was about ready to burst out of that snug top of hers at any moment... The dog was heading for the town square it seemed, judging by the prints, and gloops of mud, left behind... Which was also the most busy and densely populated place in the village...!

Oh no~!