The dog growled, "I am in a foul mood!”
The master looked at the dog and then grabbed his tail.
“No you aren’t.” exclaimed the master and she began to wag his tail.
“Master, you are right,” said the dog. “Why else would my tail be wagging?”
I've said so much about so little for so long that now I can say anything about nothing...or nothing about anything...or...something...
The dog growled, "I am in a foul mood!”
The master looked at the dog and then grabbed his tail.
“No you aren’t.” exclaimed the master and she began to wag his tail.
“Master, you are right,” said the dog. “Why else would my tail be wagging?”
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