Peabody was strongly against using his dog functions to remove dangerous people. However, he considered that there might be a day he'd have no other choice. So he decided to file his claws. Making them sharp.
He had no time to cover what he was doing when Sherman walked in on him, in the middle of saying his name.
Peabody lowers the tool. "Do you need something Sherman?"
The boy dodged the question, now more focused on what his father was doing. "What were you doing?"
Luckily he could come up with reasons lacking any flaws. "Can't let them get dull or dirty, now, did you need something?"
"I forgot," Sherman lies, "I'll just let you get back to that." He quickly exits the room.
He was going to ask when they were going to stop moving so much, but his dad seemed busy so he figured maybe another time.
Dull? Dirty? Why is he only doing it now?
Sherman shook his head.
Maybe I just never noticed before, this is just the first time I've walked onto it.
Well, that's all I have for now.
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Papa Wolf Killer AU
FanfictionShorts where Peabody needs to chill and meditate twice as hard. A world where Peabody's Papa Wolf instinct reaches so high, it breaks the sound barrier. Somehow the world stays in balance, as I, the narrator try to make sense of this and try not to...
