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I run through the fields, the tall grass dampening my legs as it whips past, but I don�t notice, so focussed am I. A man stands over me, armed with a gun, but I run past him, ducking behind a hedge as I skip past. I hear a bang as the gun fires, but I don�t see where the bullet ends up, just that it didn�t hit me. I run on, the heat and the wet now tiring me slightly, and I stop in the shade of a tree to catch my breath, dropping what I was carrying. The man sees me again and I tear off once more, panting slightly as I smell the air around me, fresh, free. I could run almost forever.
I find a hole in the hedge large enough, and I leap through, ignoring the snagging brambles on my legs. I must get back, so I focus on nothing but running, the chase forgotten even.
Then I see him, who all this was for, the man who had asked for such a valuable thing. I run even faster and he grabs me as I reach him. I finally drop what I was carrying into his bag, thankful to finally get the choking feathers out of my mouth. It would be pheasant for tea today.
He pats me and speaks quietly,
�Good dog.� |
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