Shadow
I wake up, feeling bad, feeling rotten. I roll over, and stare blankly at my den wall. I sigh, and get up. Stretching, I pop my head out of the entrance to my den. A few dogs stir, and I yawn. I walking out side, I see if there is anything to eat.
Rain
I lay in bushes, hoping that it will get warmer. I sigh, and turn to my beloved pup. He sleeps, curled up against my belly, and nuzzle him awake
Storm
I open my bleary eyes and mew, annoyed. I push against her belly, wanting some milk.
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