LOSE) You pick up a clump of brick lying along the side of the street. You stretch back your hand to fire it at the ferocious stray. Too late! The animal leaps upon you, knocking you to the ground. You try to breath, but your lungs fail you. The dog bites your shoulder, leaving foaming bite marks. The savage beast rears up for its final bite, aimed right at your neck. Whack! "Yeeeelp!” cries the dog. Just as the dog lowers its head to make the kill, it is struck by a passerby carrying a staff. As you look up, you realize that it is your father. You pass out.

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