Part 5
So here lies the problem. The ordinary nice dogs who want to have an innocent little chew on a helm-bone have to try and hide it in the wider community of Rotonatta. To do this disguise and deception is needed, but unfortunately helm-bone is difficult to conceal because it is quite distinctive. Though lightweight it tends to be, bulky and shiny with a nice comfy feel to it and, because it is so good for doggies, it is very popular and attracts crowds..
At first all is well, the hidden helm-bone is undetected and the feral pack don’t realise what is afoot; all the nice dogs play nicely and chew the helm-bone in a very nice sociable sort of way. But the ferals have learned the hiding trick and the alphas have appointed Seeker Ferals; Harriadne, Tiny-Byke, Video-Mount, Denby, Turnip and others to track down illegal buried helm-bones; once found the hullaballoo goes up: yelp, snarl, howl, ‘helm-bone, helm-bone,helm-bone!' The seekers then contain the situation with little off-cuts of tripe (they are not big enough to handle the real stuff) – yap, yap, yap; awaiting reinforcements from the alphas. It doesn’t take long before news of the disturbance reaches the ears of Mayor Sheen who intervenes to cart the offending helm-bone off to the ‘Helm-bones Go Here’ enclosure. Some of the ordinary nice dogs will follow for a while but soon realise that the feral pack is on guard with lashings of tripe ready for the fray. Occasionally an ordinary poochy sort of fido will nip in towards the helm-bone and try and nip-off a little morsel before the feral pack engage him. This can be quite hazardous especially when the blood lust is up. Generally the nice dogs can only watch as their helm-bone is taken off to the slammer.