A dog named Toby (3)
The room was mostly empty except for the stray coworker coming in to grab their lunch to quickly retreat back like gophers to their cubicle to eat and continue working. lemmings about to walk off a cliff as he liked to think of it.
Lady and the Tramp: Peripherally Unaware
Perhaps it had been a gopher, or a small bird? still, better safe than sorry. she said, "i think i saw something...might have been scamp!" but tramp didn't even slow down, pushing the full length of his tongue into her.
Chapter 08 - Thyme After Time - part 09 (Redux)
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Chapter 06 - Bulk Male
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Chapter 08 - Thyme After Time - part 11
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Chapter 12 - Defend and Hold
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This Way Madness Lies - Chapter 5
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Bad Puppy: Prologue
There was quite a collection of dead woodchuck and gopher carcases building up out back, now. i would often sit outside with him in a rocking chair on warm nights, drinking lemonade, while he worried at the larger bones and meat.
Crossroads Tavern
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Outcast - Chapter 5
_baloths_ are rodent-like creatures, akin to terran gophers in most respects. they tunnel through the ground, raiding gardens and pock marking the landscape with their shameless displays of burrowing fervour.
Part II – The Chromosomal Blade went Snicker Snack
"i'm not your gopher, mr. yohanson." basil retorted, annoyed. "simple b&r is a waste of my time, and i certainly don't take orders from _junior_ executives." basil's paw started toward the 'terminate call' function. "my aren't we a figjam tonight?"
Workplace Bonding (3/8)
It didn't take much to realize that this alex wasn't going to be a gopher, he was going to be his replacement.