Can You Teach a Non-Dog New Tricks?

[Runt]

(This is the thread for Runt's class closed to Runt and Spot, unless other non dogs want to join in later to learn how to fetch from this doofy teacher XD Date is September 10th)

The school bell rung, and Runt waited for his class. He had assumed this class would be packed with animals all wanting to learn how to fetch. After all, what was more important, than learning how to fetch? Nothing, much in the doofy dog's mind at least. He looked at the clock and than looked at the empty class room and than to the door where all of the class would enter. 

"Okay, Runt, today's your day, to teach all those dogs all you know about fetching. After all nothing much is more important than that" The doofy dog said happily pulling over a box of frisbees and balls that he was gonna use for his demonstrations/practice.

[Spot]

The first thing that Runt would hear was the flapping of wings. Spot had managed to fly her way over to the classroom, finally finding that she seemed to have mastered the concept of aerial movement to some degree, and was all too eager to get started with this particular class. A fetching class! Fetching was something that dogs did, and Spot had been placed in just the right class. She couldn't have been happier even if she tried. What would the teacher be like? With a name like 'Mr. Runt', Spot imagined he would be quite the character. Hopefully he didn't mind that one of his students was a chicken. She knew her name was a generic dog name, but still... She was sure to stand out in her present class. Not that she didn't stand out already, but the point still stood.

As soon as her clawed feet touched down on the floor of the classroom, Spot tucked her wings in closer to her body and carefully removed her schedule from her beak. A quick glance at the piece of paper revealed that she was, in fact, on time. Her tail feathers wagged a bit, though it looked more like twitching than anything else, and she glanced around eagerly to see who the teacher was. She soon saw Runt with his box of frisbees and balls, and immediately determined that she was in the right class.

"Hello, sir!" Spot greeted cheerfully. "My name's Spot, I'm here for my first fetching lessons! Buhcuck!"

[Runt]

Runt looked on happily at Spot. He was hoping that Spot wasn't the only student he had today. A class with one student, wasn't much of a class now, was it? But, one was a whole lot better than 0. "Welcome to the class Spot. My name is Mr. Runt. Sit wherever you feel comfortable. "Runt said eager to teach Spot everything about fetching. He was OK, with Spot being a Chicken, but, he was confused, as to why she had that name, and why she would want to learn "Dog Stuff" to begin with.

"Okay, let me start off by saying, ever since the dawn of time, dog's have been taught, to fetch and go after things. Let's start off by telling me a little bit more about yourself. Than we can get started on all the basics. "Runt said happily.

[Spot]

"Yes, sir!" Spot clucked. She eagerly went to take a seat near the front of the class and listened with every ounce of attention to what Runt had to say. Fetching was, as he had said, a thing that had been done ever since the dawn of time. That made her all the more keen on learning how it was done. After all, if she was going to behave like a dog then it only made sense for her to learn the games that dogs played. Spot nodded eagerly as Runt finished speaking, and she realized a few moments later that he was asking her to tell him about herself. That was easy enough to do. She sat up a bit straighter and went about doing just that.

"Well, sir, like I said before my name's Spot. I'm from a farm, and... Well, I don't wanna be a chicken. I'm more like a dog trapped in a chicken's body. I wanna be a dog," she explained. Hopefully that wasn't too weird. Who was she kidding, though? Spot was the epitome of weird. No other chickens she knew would want anything to do with dogs, and her mother acted ashamed by the fact that she wanted to behave like a dog at all. Regardless, Spot didn't care what anyone thought of her here. She could act however she wanted without worry of being judged too harshly. Runt seemed like an understanding dog, too. Maybe he really wouldn't mind having a student like her.

[Runt]

Runt nodded in complete understanding to Spot's words. He actually liked spot all ready. A chicken wanting to be a dog? That was bound to get her some stares and laughs from other students, but spot didn't care.

Runt had to respect someone who had as much courage to be out of the norm.

" well, Spot you came to the right place ." Runt nudges the box of frisbees and balls closer to Spot. "Let's start off by showing me a little what you know about fetching. Care to show me some of the fetching skills you have all ready? And when we're done with that I can show you all I know. You may look like a chicken , but, when I'm finished with you people will think you're 100 percent dog" runt said.

[Spot]

Spot beamed; she really was in a place where she'd be accepted! Runt didn't even care that she was a chicken who wanted to be a dog more than anything. Before she really had an opportunity to celebrate such a victory, even if it was a small victory, she was being asked about what she knew about fetching already. The chicken tilted her head to the side and looked over what was in the box. Tennis balls, frisbees... No sticks apparently. Maybe Runt hadn't had an opportunity to go out into a wooded area to gather them. It wasn't a big deal, though. Spot could still work with balls and frisbees. Her feathery tail twitched a bit and she plucked up a ball with her beak. Only when the taste got a bit overpowering did she drop the ball into an outstretched wing.

"Well, let's see... My basic understanding is that someone throws the fetching object and the dog... Err, chicken catches it and brings it back. Bu-But who's going to throw what we need to be thrown, Mr. Runt?" Spot asked. She thought it would be a bit silly if she needed to throw the object for herself. If that really was the case, though, she'd have to improvise to the best of her abilities. Another question came to her mind after a moment, and she simply had to get it out into the open.

"What about flying? Like, if the object gets thrown up really high I mean. Would it be all right if I... You know, got in the air and got it?"

[Runt]

The Doofy Dog hadn't thought about getting sticks, he figured with enough, Balls, and frisbees, it was more than enough to start training. "Now, here's what's gonna happen, I am gonna throw the ball and I want you to bring it back, to me, I will grade you on your performance,  let's see how much of a dog you have got in you, Spot. Oh, and flying, is more than OK, the only thing you need to do, is bring the ball back to me, you get extra points, if you can catch the ball in the air. OK, are you ready"?

Runt threw the ball high into the air.