Bang Doppelgänger

The fifth after the fourth and not the firth of forth, and step on it. The moans of the dreaming are an indication of our chewy lupine centers. She ain't chasing rabbits, they're chasing her. Or maybe she's sniffing an [deleted because I like the brackets.] Or tied to a knot. Buckets of water for everyone! The laugh says woof, a tinkle of giggle, some soft growls of hmm, taunt taunt but not not, giving but giving good and then some until you look up and the sun shines down on you and wins, commands you to take a drink, scratch out a cool spot in some shadier dirt, turn around three times, lay down, sigh, and dream again.