One non-snowy day, as I was walking down the long, steep back lawns between the Akers’ and our house, a little dog
came running at me from the far woods, barking. He ran up and bit my leg. He, however, chose the wrong leg to bite. I’m
sure his teeth rattled when he wrapped them around wood. He simply stopped, backed off confusedly, and wandered off
from whence he came. Those wooden legs were very convenient for fending off biting dogs and mosquitos.
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