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The Black Dog of a Sunday Afternoon in the Park.
The Black Dog
I wake up in my alley, tired. It’s getting warmer which means more food. A nice lady gave me some food I’m hungry nut not ravenous. As long as I don’t loiter around butcher shopsI’m treated well. If I head down to the lake sometimes I get fish. Although if I don’t get fish it’s not worth it the trek is rather dangerous. I’ve seen other strays crushed by wagon’s and horses. When You get down there there is usually guards to dodge. I wander and sniff about a lady gives me a small fish a good day.
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