I saw a dog the other day and ran and hid under the bed. It's a common thing, fear of beasts. Even my master fears beasts. She dreams about them. They chase her. I dream about them. They chase me. It's the survival of the fittest. I'm indoors, there's no way a dog will get me. She, however, goes out there into the big old world of dog eat dog, and human, and cat.
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