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The Little Dragon

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Walking down the street, getting some fresh air
As I listened to the little dog bark,
Not knowing where it came from.
My heart began to pound heavily with a hard impulse.
Everyone knows I have a fear of dogs.
His bark so dark and mysterious like a dragon mixed with Dracula,
Barking out fire.
I finally saw him behind the silver fence.
I couldn’t understand how he was so small with such a chest stabbing bark
It was like I could see a lost beast in that backyard.
I see me getting eaten or attacked.
As he ran towards the fence really fast his feet thump on the ground.
“Pluto , time for a treat !” the owner said.
He ran back into the house.
“He’s a friendly dog.” The owner said.
“Yeah a dragon, Dracula kind of friendly!” I said to myself.
Yes I know this sounds crazy, but I’m just afraid of dogs…





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