“My Dog, My Beagle, My Freckles,” a comic story by Daniel Holland
After the love affair of the poodle, your girlfriend was that St. Bernard. When the St. Bernard jumped on the gray, roughened, falling-down fence, it shook like an earthquake. Freckles came running on all four paws to meet his beloved Bernard.
After all this lovemaking, he got hungry. Freckles spotted a shade tree holding a nest of baby birds. Freckles grabbed the bark with his claws and climbed up to the nest. Coming down, he licked away the baby feathers hanging out his mouth, very satisfied with his meal.
Swarming out of the tree, Mama Bluejay knocked his head with her beak. She pecked Freckles head everyday for the next two-and-a-half months.
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