As I walked down the
snowy street it was like walking in a land
full of silver.
The sun bounced
across the snow causing a silvery glow.
"Come on
Patch" I exclaimed to my
small black and
white dog as we started to run " there's a blizzard coming!"
The wind, then
started howling. Giant flakes of snow toppled on top of
us.
When I got back home I looked behind
me. Patch was gone.
Elbowing the door
it didn't open. I sat down my eyes blurred with tears.
Later that day as I pearled out of the
window I saw patch running like mad through the dancing snowflakes, towards the
door.
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