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Sunday Afternoon: Third Floor Common Room

Dor wasn't sure what the big deal was about the big football game. After all they had football back in Xanth but they were just balls of feet that rolled around the jungle making footpaths for the populace to use.

So he decided to skip the whole gathering and settle down in the common room and see what was on TV.

It was then that he stumbled across the Puppy Bowl and somehow became hypnotized by the images of puppies frolicking around and playing with each other.

[Because... well it's what I watch instead of the Super Bowl. Because it's Puppies. Yes, I am a dork.]

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Jeff nodded sagely and plopped down on the couch. "They are fairly cute," he told the telly, "And probably a bit more appropriate with..."

He nodded at Dor.

"What do you mean?" Dor asked innocently.

"He means you're a dork," the TV replied.

"It's Dor. D-O-R. No 'K'," Dor spelled it out.

He had no idea why that kept happening.

"Definitely," Jeff said, "A dork. You can tell by the spelling. I hardly ever have to spell things aloud."

Mostly because people just wanted him to stop talking.

"No. Dor," he said shaking his head. "D-O-R. Kind of like a door you open when you enter a room."

"Dork," Jeff repeated, then looked back at the television. "I think we need to get him a dictionary," he said, "He seems to really need it." Back at Dor: "It's okay. Sometimes I forget the entire English language, that's far worse."

"I actually could use a dictionary," Dor replied. "I really don't spell that well at all."

"Don't worry," Jeff said, reaching over to pat him consolingly on the arm, "We'll deal with that."

"You're going to help me spell better?" Dor asked gratefully. "Many people have tried but usually they give up in frustration."

"First, we're going to get you a dictionary," Jeff promised, "Then, we'll get you some magazines for practice."

"Practice what?" Dor asked cheerfully.

All the objects around Dor chuckled.

"We'll get to that once you've got the dictionary," Jeff said, with a nod.

He was utterly failing in his efforts not to snicker along.

"Okay," Dor said cheerfully. "As long as it helps me, that should be all right. How often should I practice?"

There was sort of a long pause on Jeff's part.

"I think that depends on you, mate," he said at last.

"So if I do well I don't have to practice as much?"

"You might enjoy it less," Jeff said, tactfully. "Spelling is a sacred art."

"So... I should practice every day then?" Dor asked seriously.

"That's about right," Jeff replied, thinking back to his enormous stacks of magazines that he couldn't use much anymore anyway. Or maybe he should get Dor new ones. "We'll get you started in no time."

"Good! Will you help me practice?"

Jeff reached over to pat him on the back again. "The path of spelling," he said, "Is one best walked alone."

"But I'm truly horrible at it," Dor said with a frown. "Are you sure you couldn't give me a hand?"

Jeff looked to the television for guidance.

"Don't look at me," the TV replied. "I don't even have any hands."

"Plus TV's can really spell, can they?" Dor added

"I think it's better that you practice on your own for a bit first," Jeff finally attempted, tactfully. "Gets your muscles right."

"Well, two heads are better than one right?" Dor replied. "Besides I bet you could use the exercise too."

"I have a girlfriend," Jeff said, almost automatically. "I don't need any practice. She's very good at it."

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