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The dog

The dog kept barking while it ran after the blue-clothed man. Someone might think that it was but a game. Only a few knew that it was a matter of life and death. The blue-clothed man zigzagged exaggeratedly trying to avoid the hound’s attacks, which were closing in on him bit by bit.

Finally, the dog’s teeth caught the man’s leg who, losing his balance, fell to the ground. Once there he tried by all means to prevent the beast’s fangs from reaching his neck, but it was futile in the end.

While some passersby attempted in vain to get him out of the murderous bite, we settled the bet.


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