The footsteps echoed up ahead, and English put on another burst of speed. When it had spotted Massachusett earlier in the local hangout, it felt a thrill of excitement. German words were so boring these days. But no sooner had it grabbed at Massachusett's coat than the other language had pulled away and run out into the alley.
English rounded the corner and spotted Massachusett just a few feet ahead. It grabbed Massachusett and gave it a few good punches. There, some great words in this pocket! Skunk, muskrat, moccasins…
English left Massachusett in a coma and sauntered off, whistling.