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The Runaway Mutt

A runaway mutt. A dog bit a boy’s hand for this it must die in human society, a dog has to be nice ask any dog owner, simply this we feed you and you make us proud, and we will unreasonable think you love us. The dog fled to the woods ate birds fallen off the sky, blueberries and baby rabbits. Cold snow on the ground, not a good time “Humans show me how to lit a fire.” A man in a cave gave the dog leftovers and let it sleep near the fire until spring when the man went looking for gold in the river. The dog came upon a hidden sheep farm Surrendered, showed a friendly face. Adopted, lived a good life, guarding sheep.

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