The Fog

January 16, 2008
By Chris Nelson, St.Charles, IL

The Fog Rolls in,
Nothing but the clouds on the ground
Searching for Baxter he was nowere
Laughs from the air came from the distance
Shot chills down my already cold sine
My blood ran cold and my hair stood up
But the laugh
Turned into barks
As Baxter came
Dashing towards me

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