Fetch

Dogs huddle on a vast Siberian plain, awaiting the return of their scout. Scout raced through the tall grass towards them, cutting a hollow through the lowlands. The pack gathered to receive news.

“Okay,” said scout, catching his breath. “They seem cool.”

“So what do they want with us?” asked their leader.

Scout sat and panted. “All we have to do is hang out and warn them when other humans come.”

“That’s all?”

“It’s like they can’t smell or hear a thing! And get this — They like to play fetch too.”

Every tail in the pack started to wag.

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