They range in size, big and small. Slobbering and biting chewing what ever they catch tearing to pieces. The mark the trail and make sure only who they please enter in. Fangs are yellow and mouth red with blood. They smell your fear. They prowl and creep. Deep belly growls, echos of the walls. Their smile evokes nightmares and memes. The high pitched yip scares and haughts.
- the story of the dog
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