"What is a Name?" the dog scoffed and laughed at the question in arrogance, but when she saw the bull starring back at her with wide inquisitive eyes, her brow furrowed, and a brow arched. "You can't be serious. What do the humans call you?" a jovial gilnt of light catches his eyes as he recalls the scientists who cared for him. "The men usually called me 16!" "That's not a name. That's a number." "I myself have an exceptionally long name!" the rat grinned mischievously, using a hind paw to scratch his shoulder. "Oh? What's your name then?" the dog looked down her nose at the small Grey rat. "They called me a lot of things. But their favorite seemed to be 'that damn rat just bit me'" --------------------- MB16 never knew his true purpose before the incident that shut down the lab he was raised in; but as a bull in the concrete jungle, he knew that he was far from his destiny. --------- Top ranks! #1 bovine