I ran through the windy fields, I looked for some good place to rest. Being a stray dog is hard work. My coat is messy and full of fleas. My paws and cold and wet. I'm always hungry. But I am free and wild. Stupid humans are always shooing me off and yelling at me, it may be because I'm a pit bull or because I'm a stray. I don't know. Here is a good spot. I'll just lay here.
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The stray dogs
AdventureA story of a stray dog who struggles. But one day he gets a rest
