Posted by Jesusa on October 24, 2009, 4:18 am, in reply to "+guardian+"
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Jesusa stuck her chin into the fluff of her neck, feeling that her abnormal appearance was making a great impact on the others judgment.
"Thank you, Caleb," Jesusa bleated. "But--you see--there's no place for me to go."
Jesusa wondered if she should ask this dog what parts of the mountain he lived in and if she could stay with him for awhile, or if she should just go and find her own way. Going on her on was frightening; facing the unknown, with a stranger at least, seemed less of a challenge.
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