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January 19, 2012

To run through tall grass, chasing the rabbit out of whipping shadows, you can't imagine it. You don't have the teeth to smile it.

Scent that! Go, go, go, smell the eyes! There, and there! Closer (so warm, so good) Turn now? Turn now? She'll turn. She'll turn there. If she slips, she'll slip there. She'll want yes, the down place. Over it! Oof. Sand. Different. Different run. Gouge and run, gouge and run, where

Whistle? Whistle! House-woman whistles! I'm coming! Ranger's coming home! Can of food! Can of food! Straight home! Want the slidey floor! Home! Home!