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the foot of the chair sits Creature-guardBasking in the absence of action ...
It quietly lays there
Until Master slides out of seat
And quiet is disrupted
Disoriented … startled …
Creature-guard pounces
And makes a loud, stressed yelp
That irritates and pushes Master
Out of his lungs with a firm, “NO!”
Yell! Bellow! Roar like a lion!
“Stop that brash, annoying bark!”
Disgraced … Creature-guard’s tail droops
Its eyes beg for pardon
Its entire being pleads pity
Its paws retreat
Its voice box mutes
In silence …
In shame …
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