AND a small mutt stumbled out of the shadows and onto the paved concrete of Puerto Rico. His fur was white with brown ears and a brown line going down his back. His eyes were a chocolate-y color, despite being allergic to chocolate. (I'm sorry I had to put it there) There was no sight of any relatives. And so, he was on his own. His paw beans squished against the hard road as he traveled to the fresh smell of milk. Then suddenly, everything went black as he was hit by a car.
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A Small Bean
Non-FictionBorn into a life on the streets, a white pup emerged from the shadows of Puerto Rico. The mutt stumbled on the concrete and sniffed the ground. His mother and father were nowhere to be found. Neither his siblings. He had to be raised by himself. He...
