The dog.

This story begins when we were halfway through the day. We were passing a house with an old lady sitting outside weaving a basket. The house behind her was on stilts and dogs were playing underneath the house. Until they saw us! They bolted out from underneath the house and sprinted for us. Patrick started swearing his head off and Dad pushed as hard as he could. They flew off in front of us. They left me and Mum for  dog meat. So I got out my foot and kicked one of them in the head. They all retreated after that. I thought it was quite fun, but Mum didn’t.

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