For Your Choice T Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
He sat with slightly tilted head. He didn't wish to be misled. The command seemed arbitrary, and, frankly, pointless - very. Why would he want to sit like stone when he could be burying a bone? As a proud bulldog of station, he had some reservation. Chewing on nonviolent resistance and his owner's strange insistence, he decided not to risk it. After all, it was a biscuit.
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