The Musical Bay of the DogsOutside the walls of our dear city, I hear the howling of the dogs, wild, ferocious beasts that snap their teeth at the gates. My poor frightened Sniffles, is huddled at my feet. It is evening, the sun setting.
Today was a good day. Me and my friends played and swam at the beach. I told Basil and Sierra about my dreams of sailing the ocean. Neither believed me. But one of these days, I will.
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