Fetch
We didn't go for walks at all anymore. A Tall would take me. I never wondered if they had something to call themselves. In their strange words, there must have been names. I wanted to please them too, sometimes.
They would lose things, throw them far away, to fetch, and I would find them, but why they kept losing them I never understood. We would tire quickly, the Talls and I.
I carried years. They carried something else.
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