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Not For the Dogs It Is Not

The masquerade ball is fun for all This was said by my master, in a voice not small I was not convinced as she stuffed me into a collar I looked like a the biggest clown in Gentleman’s holler My cousin Jeffery was dressed up in a costume too Why do we have to do this? He asked our cousin Lou. Just go along, she said, it’s only one night of the year. This might turn into a regular trend though, is what I fear. First it is Halloween, then in November they dress us up like a turkey. In December we’ll be snowmen. What is next? Asked Lurky. Lurky’s voice of reason made us all tear off our silly outfits. We chased each other out the door after tearing them to bits.

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