One morning, Bolt was playing around in the park with Mittens. "Ready? Fetch!"Mittens yelled throwing the stick. The sick was flying inthe air. It was getting close to the grass. Bolt ran faster and jumped and caught the stick in his jaws. Then he landed on his paws. "Another awesome catch!"Bolt said. He ran back to Mittens with the stick in his mouth. "Wow Bolt. That was a good catch."Mittens said. "Thanks."Bolt сказал(-а) proudly. Mittens went under a дерево to take a nap. Bolt sat down. Then he heard a growling behind him. Bolt turned around. It was a stray, black dog and bright red eyes. "Who are...
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