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fur in the thorns, rusty clumps gone from it. a twitch from a fleecy tail, an eye slits open. uncurling from the dirt, small and drooping. it trembles away from me. it tries to lurk to the unknown, but a leg won't touch the ground. pained whines turn to growls, as if i would try to creep any closer. it slips once, and among the weeds, it submits to sleep.
