High Hopes of Friendship

[mojo]

Mojo padded through a spinney of pine trees that perched jauntily on a rise far back from the banks of the lake; from there he cantered up to the very edge of the water's chilled surface. The weather was warming up, he knew, but it was not yet enough so for him, and so he sat rather happily on the bank, just out of reach from the tide, looking out over the water at the sun that was still high in the skies on this late springtime day. 'Twas one of those rare times when Mojo was calmed, and he was as of now in search of a friend.

[fox]

"Hello." Mojo trotted up to the dog sitting by the lake, "Whats your name?"

[mojo]

Mojo blinked and turned to look at the other dog, "The name's Mojo. What's yours?" He smiled softly, tail wagging absent-mindedly.

[fox]

[Surprised] "Uhm . . . Mojo . . ." He said.

[mojo]

Mojo cocked 'is head, "Um... well, er... nice name then, right?" He smiled even wider, barely able to stifle peals of laughter.

[fox]

"Heh, I suppose so . . ." He said, stupidly serious.

[mojo]

"Um..." Mojo chuckled, rolling over onto his back and exposing his belly to the air.

[fox]

"What??" He exclaimed, not really seeing why Mojo, his friend?, was laughing.

[Sora]

Raina came to where Mojo and another dog was standing. "Hello, Mojo. Who's this?" She asked kindly.

[fox]

"Mojo." He said, happy to see Raina again.

[Sora]

"Wow, what are the odds! The same names." Raina said. "Hello, I'm Raina, Mojo." Raina said, greeting the new dog.

[mojo]

Mojo glanced at Raina, choking out a greeting through his laughter, which soon after ceased. " 'Ello... Raina," he said, looking taken aback; he admitted mentally to himself that he thought she was pretty.

[fox]

Looking at Mojo's expression, he immediatly guessed what he thought of Raina; and before he could stop himself let out a large guffaw, followed by another, and another . . .