I was born with three other sibblings under a broken car in an unpopular junk yard called "Sheldon's Disposal #18" Mom said we were blessed to have a " nice home" to live in. I didn't think our home was that great. But that was two years ago. I don't know where my two brothers and sister went, but now, I all alone. Mom left with Asha, my sister. Before you ask where my dad is, he left us a long time ago. Mom said he went to the richer parts of the state to get more "grub." Whatever that ment.
Anyhow, I've managed to survive here in the city alone. Going through some trash cans could kind of fill my stomach up a little, but not quite enough to leave me full. Sometimes if I'm really hungry, I'd rummage through dumpsters to fingers extra food. Why don't I go through dumpsters all the time? One answer: Canine eating trucks. They swallow you up whole along with other trash. My friend Donny got swallowed up by one of them monster trucks, never saw him again.
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Life Is Hard For Strays
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