The German shepherd finally wins.
That's right - at long last, success.
I saw it.
I killed it...
...and I ATE it.
The mouse didn't have a chance, and neither did the human, though I admire her heroic dash across the field. In her Sorels, through deep, slushy snow. She tried her best.
But I was too fast for her.
Mmmmmmmm. Field mouse.
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