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	As queen, my responibilities include setting the tone for daily living,keeping up the morale my subjects, representing my group at official functions and solving the occasional dispute. Yes, even a leader as strong as myself must sometimes roll up my sleeves and work out problems among my entourage. This was the case on one sunny Saturday. As I was leading the group through their morning toilette a dispute arose over the use of my special rose-scented bath powder in the pink foil cannister. Haillee was making outrageous claims about the bath powder being hers, saying she always used it after bathing, she was the only one in the group who cared about smelling good, and so on and so on. Needless to say, I became quite offended. I mean, I run the group, right? I set the pace for the day, lead the exercises, say when we play -- I even say when we alert the household that their may be passers-by in the area by emitting eradrum shattering barks. So where does she get off? I attempted to assert my position on these issues. I explained that I had been there first, that the powder had been a special gift for my first birthday, that it was obvious that no one except me was supposed to use my special rose-scented bath powder in the pink foil container, that she was a big fat twit, and so on. I was a little dismayed that no one stepped in and took my side. There was a lot of rolling around on wet towels on the floor going on. I continued to make my point with the shifty-eyed Haillee. (And by the way, who spells their name like that anyway? Two "e"s? Who is she kidding? I bet she dots the "i" with a smiley face too.) She refused to listen to reason. She had her paws in her ears and was shaking her head frantically, as if to block out the truth. I could a step towards her, with the intention of giving her a hug and telling her we should sort out our differences. But I never got the chance. The unbalance Haillee whirled around and pulled out a small, pearl-handled switchblade. She went towards my face. (She has always been jealous of my beautiful white muzzle.) Before I knew it I was bleeding. She ran from the room.