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Post by || Bella || on Oct 6, 2008 22:05:33 GMT -5
Rain pounded down in the normally peaceful place of Spring Creek, making the water rise and the grass wet and mushy. It reeked of mud. As of right now, life was not treating small Mollie very good right now.
The small Golden Retriever padded through the soaked grass, her head bowed. She couldn't believe her bad luck right then. She thought back on her past few weeks of life and tried to make sense of it.
She simply could not believe that within a few short weeks, she had been abandoned, her brothers had died, and she was now homeless, hungry, and cold. It frightened her more than anything. She tried to be optimistic, but it was just not working. There was no light at the end of the tunnel.
Mollie paused at the bank of the creek to take a sip. Since the water level was up, she didn't have to bend over too far. Stupid rain... The puppy turned and tried to find a place to stay through the sheets of rain. So far, nothing. She walked slowly towards a grove of trees, not really caring about getting out of the rain now. She was already soaked to the bone.
As she walked between two large trees, she saw a large Willow, right in the middle of a circular meadow. She walked to the center of the tree and lay down, resting her golden head on her paws, waiting for the rain to pass.
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