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The fall and winter passed. That spring she went to his grave and saw that the hole was dug up. The pup was gone! She ran home to tell her mother, and when she was almost home she saw a streak of orange run across the trail. She stopped and looked around, but saw nothing until she saw an orange head that looked at her. She knew that it was the pup because it had no teeth or claws and had the same scar on his face. As it ran off, she wondered why it was orange.
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