I ran with all my might racing and biting at the sheep. I was a sheep dog, herding sheep at that time. I did it for my owner Farmer McCoy. I was fed well and I was very happy. I would chase cows, horses, sheep, chickens, pigs, even BULLS!! The bulls were pretty gentle but when they saw McCoy with red... Oh boy would they charge! But one day Farmer McCoy died... And I was alone. Another person came along... But it wasn't the same.
I looked out the window and sighed. I looked at the new farmer, Mitch. But then I had an idea. I went to my doggy door and ran out. The moon was high and I heard the sound of animals everywhere. "Hey Dusty, where ya goin?" I heard a horse say. I ran out to the woods. I couldn't take it anymore. I was lonely and wasn't actually athletic anymore. So I ran.
When I got into the woods I heard rustles. My bandana was flagging in the wind with its reddish brown color flying like the American flag.
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