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waved her arms, and he finally let go.

He then started eating the apple as

calmly as if nothing had ever

happened.

“I’m sorry about that,” Brenda

said. “He can be as friendly as

anything one minute, and then the

next, I just don’t know. I can’t tell if

it’s meanness, or if he is playing. But

whatever it is, be careful with him.”

After I pulled my arm back through

the fence, Brenda wanted to see if

anything was broken. Much of my

forearm was bruised and turning blue,

but nothing was broken.

Since we didn’t have any ice, I

went and stuck my arm in the water

trough for a while until the swelling

and pulsing pain subsided. Brenda

thought I might want to knock off for

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