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|  | <Just a little bit of peace> « Thread Started on Jul 30, 2005, 8:51am » | |
The suns rather warm rays beamed down on the open feild, some of them flahing at a rather big rock. Layig on top of it was a dog, rather enhjoying the lovely heat that wamed its ebon and tan fur, which was covered with droplets from the early days bath which was slowly drying. A rather bloody mess was infront, being the remains of a eaten hare, who was taken by suprise not too far from its hole. And still, not too far from that was yet another object. A circular object, called a 'ball' by those of the human race, lay still on the grass, just a little damp from night. It was chew and rotten, used as a chew 'toy' for the canine, who nether seemed to keep eyes off it incase of it being snatched by others of the same race, or maybe even one of the ignorant felines which sometimes also prowled the area. They were meat, yet the sort of meat that was able to fight back, conquer a few sorw noses, or even create great wounds with their small yet sharp fangs, or claws. But, they were never trained to fight, unlike the Pit bull was. Trained by the cruel people who took joy in making canines fight, sometimes even killing. This was bad, yet it sometimes could do good training them, when they escaped, for the harsh city life.
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