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While thinking of all the terrible things that
might happen if he tried, he slowly ambled
over to his least hated tree where he lay down
in the prickly grass.
Soon after he lay down to snooze,
the new puppy came bounding up to him.
“Whatchya doing Mac? Watchya doing?”
“GrrrrrrMm”.
Said Mac.
“Whatchya doing Mac? Watchya doing?!”
“GRRMMMLL”
Said Mac,
this time in a more
menacing Growly voice.
The puppy should
know what that meant,
he thought.
