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Gimpy
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Gimpy barked. The boy had the ball. Gimpy wanted the ball. He needed the ball. Gimpy chased the boy.
Gimpy stopped suddenly. He smelled sausages. He loved sausages.
But there was a tree that another dog had marked. Gimpy lifted his leg to the tree.
The boy called his name. The ball! Gimpy chased the boy again.
All of a sudden, he stopped. Something strange tickled the back of his mind. The world seemed a little different. The Daine-Girl was coming. Gimpy's boy stopped, and turned around to see where he was.
"Come on, boy!" Thom called. Gimpy lolloped over, wagging his tail merrily. He knocked his boy over, stealing the ball and running. Gimpy was joyously happy. The Daine-girl was coming.
