Mans Best Friend
A young baby boy and mans best friend crawl and trot down a long winding road as the sun was rising high
into the sky. As the sun gets higher and higher into the sky the two began to grow. Soon mans best friend
trots far ahead of the boy but neither of them are tired. As the sun starts to go down mans best friends starts
to fall behind barely able to stand. The boy looks back to see mans best friend laying on the road unable to
get up. The boy does what he can but mans best friend slowly dies and passes away her body motionless. A
cry is heard as the moon starts to rise. The boy who isn't even halfway through his life wonders why his best
friend is already dead. The two had barely spent fourteen years with each other.
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