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Rmburg	Posted: Jun 30 2005, 07:33 PM
Newbie Group: Members Posts: 3 Member No.: 17 Joined: 29-June 05	On a great plank of wood on the end of a dock sat the canine of the auburn fur. She looked quite bored, not having any work, or even an owner to go and amuse anymore. She was fairly depressed mentally, as the slow passage of time made her feel upset. "Nice doggy!" A little girl said, running her ice-cream coated fingers along one of Koroka's ears. She was quiet startled, but didn't bite, and simply looked up, an almost unlike her smile spreading her face. The sticky hands patted her nose, making her muzzle wrinkle, but her smile didn't fair. "Good boy!" Koroka scowled a little as she said that. Boy indeed! Why did people always assume dogs were blokes? Thankfully, the child didn't seem bothered. She was looking at the scarf around Koroka's neck. ",Is doggy lost?" It seemed the girl was pratically expecting Koroka to get up on her hind legs, offer her a cup of tea, and explain her situation, all in the span of ten seconds. She just shook her head a little, her ears shaking more than the rest of her head, and then looked up again, her chocolatey brown eyes looking at the sticky-handed girl. She probably would've had to endure this company all day if a tall woman with long dark hair hadn't strode past at that minute, snatching the little girl up with her pale arms. The woman had long painted nails, Koroka noticed, and what she hoped was the tail of a pony sticking out of her teeshirt sleeve. "There you went!" The woman snapped, looking from the little girl to the dog. ",And you went near this . . . animal? Ugh!" Koroka was now offended. It would be all well and good if the woman was on her own, with a nice clean daughter, but the friggen girl was covered in ice creams and slushes, for crying out loud! She looked up, her eyes giving a mad sparkle, almost ready to control minds, though she did not. There was no point. She got up, walking from the docks, her paws pressing against the planks of wood beneath her. She had nowhere special to go. The shoots of the people working on the docks hit her ears violently, what with being canine senstive, and she whimpered a little, though stopped after a while. No point showing fear when there was nothing to hurt you. She walked in silence, not wanting to raise her irritating voice with no reason, before pricking up an ear. She smelt something brewing in the air. Something . . . warm. Food? Edible? Hot dogs, perhaps? They were near a beach, after all. And hot dogs would mean . . . MEAT! She barked loudly, her brown eyes twinkling. Her silence was broken! She could smell meat! Several people were looking in her direction, her yelps attracting attention, but she didn't care. She could murder a bit of beef right now. It'd kill time, as well as another herbivore. She jumped onto a bin that was also randomly placed along the dock, causing some the rubbish to go flying. She laughed loudly, in her barking way. Meat did that to her. As long as it was good meat, that was. She ran along for some time, following her nose. She smelt the smell getting closer until . . . Aha! She spotted a small stall not too far from the dock. She lowered her body, almost to a pounce position, and awaited until the owner of the stall wasn't looking. She shook her tail. Oh, she'd eat well soon . . .

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