My English dog and I
went out for an after-
noon stroll just now,
after a voluminously
heavy downpour. We
were not the only ones.
This extravagantly daz-
zling fellow clambered
several feet immediate-
ly, and incredibly a-
droitly, before our very
eyes, after my fingers
gently inquired if he
were an elegant twig,
blown upon the post to
be admired. We admired,
anyway.
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