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The two eventually comes to a clearing. There's a hill leading downward and a set of train tracks at the bottom. Bob and Sergeant Scruffy carefully descend the hill. Sergeant Scruffy walks onto the train tracks and sits down. "Is this where the trail ends, Sergeant Scruffy? Where's Dad?!"
Sergeant Scruffy pays the questions no mind.
"We can't rest here, Sergeant Scruffy! These are train tracks! We have to keep going."
Again, the dog stares straight ahead.
"Did... did you lose the scent? Do you need a Dad refresher?" Bob bends down and extends the dildo in front of the dog's face.
Seeing the dildo coming, Sergeant Scruffy instantly turns his head away. As Bob pulls the dildo away, Sergeant Scruffy meets his gaze. Bob sees... nothing but pain. A vast, unimaginable pain in the dog's eyes.

"Sergeant... Scruffy?" Bob calls meekly. The dog looks at the dildo, then to Bob. Back to the dildo, back to Bob. Bob timidly brings the dildo to his own nose, and takes a whiff. A putrid, hope-ending fragrance clouds Bob's mind. His vision starts to blur, then pulse in and out. Bob takes a couple steps backwards and clumsily takes a seat on the hill, afraid of fainting onto the train tracks. Sergeant Scruffy jogs over to Bob, lovingly kisses Bob's cheek, then returns to his seat on the tracks..

Bob gets it now. As a human, the temptation to throw himself onto the train tracks isn't overpowering but.... it's definitely there. A dog's sense of smell is over forty times greater than a human's. Bob might have the strength to continue on after smelling ten inches deep into his father's asshole, but Sergeant Scruffy does not. Bob gives a gentle tug on Sergeant Scruffy's leash. The dog does not budge. He turns and meets Bob's gaze. His dead-eyed stare wasn't determination at all. It was just deadness. Bob nods at his longtime friend. They are just two creatures who have both smelled a horrible dildo, and fully understand each other.

Bob walks over to Sergeant Scruffy and gives him one last hug. He takes a couple steps back and brings his hand to his brow. Sergeant Scruffy brings a paw to his forehead. The two children of the great Captain Denbow give each other a final salute.

As Bob ascends the hill, he hears the faint whistle of an oncoming train.

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