Bitten

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One night, I was at the park for a lovely nighttime stroll.

Me: Ahhhh! It feels nice to go out for a walk in the nighttime!

Suddenly, I heard something rustling in the bushes nearby.

Me: H-huh?! Who's there?!

Then, a feral, canine-looking creature jumped out of the bushes. It was a hellhound!

Me: A-a hellhound?! In Florida?

The hellhound starts to approach me.

Me: Please do not hurt me!

It lowers its head, asking me to pet its head.

Me: Oh okay sure! *starts to pet its head*

While I was petting its head, the hellhound suddenly bites my hand.

Me: AGH! What the hell?!

The hellhound didn't care. It just scurried back into the bushes.

Me: Gee that hurts! I hope nothing bad happens to me...

I started to walk home to heal my wound.

To Be Continued...

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