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Becky coughed painfully, and shook her head in confusion. She coughed again, clutching her ribs and wincing as her bruised chest muscles screamed.

I am so out of the loop I fear I will never catch up, she wailed sadly.

She coughed again, clutching Chump close to her, as if the wiry little dog could soothe her tormented breathing with his warmth.

How will I ever catch up, Pork Chump? she moaned, stroking his scruffy scrawny body.

Chump winked at her and said Catching up and keeping track, don’t you know that is a wild goose chase? You may observe me, when I chase a goose. I chase the goose for fun, for a moment of fun. Do I wonder where the goose came from? Do I wonder where the goose went? Do I worry about the gooses mother, or daughter, or son?

Becky was momentarily nonplussed; after all, Chump had only winked and laughed at her before, she had never heard him speak.