So Kassa aptly studied the road kill... poking and prodding it until not an ounce of its insides was left and it squeaked no more.
The two legger then placed another piece of paper next to Kassa. What is with all this paper. But this papper smelled funny. Hmm... BULLY STICK. Since the road kill was dead it was only right that Kassa should clean his teeth.
Latter that day Kassa was loaded up in the truck and taken to a running field. The ground was covered in the white cold fluff which made it harder to stop, Kassa chased the green ball diligently regardless.
The next day started slow picked up in the mid afternoon. The two legger spent some time on the couch in front of the box and was clicking away. Evidently Tequila, Beth Ann, and Specs and Kassa were all able to meet at the fenced field. It was cold but it was fun.
In conclusion Kassa would just like to say.. Happy fake road kill, bully stick, run in the fully white stuff day everyone!