When I was about 6 or 7, I got really angry at my Mum for some reason and ran away into the paddock next to the farm house. I ended up at the dam. I stayed there for abnout 30 minutes then got cold, hungry and scared cause it was getting quite dark. I headed back up to the house when I saw this dog shape. I thought: 'I must be Caddy (Our kelpie).' Then I realised that this dog was too small to be Caddy and wasn't black and tan. I ran back to the farmhouse in fear and cuddled up to my Mum and told my Dad that there was a fox outside (Foxes are really bad in Australia). Dad got his gun and got about two shots at it. Both missed. The fox got away and this is it getting away.
This is a true story.
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