"Look, Ruff! Here's a bench. I could rest on on this bench while you chase your tail."
"I think I won't be chasing my tail anymore," Ruff says.
Tumble climbs up on the back of the bench. "Hey, here's some green stuff behind the bench."
Tumble's tail comes out to wag.
"You grew a new tail," Ruff shouts.
Tumble looks around at his tail as if in surprise. "Sure did," he says. "I hear it is a characteristic of my species."
"Aren't you a dog?" Ruff asks.
"Not sure. My label got shortened by Kid Scissor. That was a long time ago."
Ruff looks around at all his seams and finds his label. "I'm a Westcliff Collection Wash in Cold Water."
"Is that a species?" Tumble asks while exploring. "Look at all this stuff back here."
"It's our jungle. Be careful, we don't know what other wild animals there might be here."
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Tumble cries out.
Ruff climbs up on the bench and peeks through the railing. "Are you okay?"
"Perfectly fine. Think I"ll take a nap here."
"Take a nap in the jungle?" Ruff says. "That could be dangerous."
"I like this jungle bush. It's very soft."
"Okay. You sleep. Huggy and I will keep watch for the wild thanga-mabobs."
"What are those?"
"We don't know. We haven't met them yet."