Charlie CourageousWhen tales are told of the bravest of dogs, they shall rank them in thousands, I shall be top of the logs.They shall retell the tale from this very day, of that young pootch, our dog char-lay.The gate was ajar, I set off at a run, a sausage like streak could be seen from afar.I travelled across dark trepid lands, filled with bright metal creatures, demons kicking up sand.It was not very long till I arrived at the scene, where men buy their clothes, acquired by who-knows-what means?Several hours had passed that day, I had become trapped, alas the sky had gone grey.I let out a yelp, the stuff nightmares are made of. "Who is this mad dog, can't somebody help?"It was at that dire moment my ears perked at a SCREECH, mom-lady appeared yelling curse words like "YOU BEACH!"I was puzzled at this most primal display, if anything she should thank me, humans like driving all day!?I'm shoved by my "saviour" into a bright demon of metal, mom turns the key, stamping down hard on a pedal.In
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