My Fun Loving Beagle Likes to Track Rabbit

I crawled under the log of wood towards where I had last seen the hare. This was the third time that I would be trying to shoot a hare. It was becoming embarrassing. All my cousins and brothers had gotten a hare each, but I hadn’t gotten anything. For the past three days, they had been making fun of me.

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