Runaway Wolf
Anika shrugged and left the piece next to the dog.
“Sorry, I can’t offer anything else,” she said, looking at the dog. - I don’t have dog food.
Looking outside later, she discovered that the dog had eaten what was offered.
The hot day, smoothly turning into a cool evening, ended with swirling clouds in the sky and thunder in the distance. Having prudently closed all the windows in case of a thunderstorm, Anika got ready to go to bed. Flashes of lightning flashed through the window, followed by peals of thunder. The girl drew the curtains tightly and, lying down on the bed, wrapped herself in a blanket. Heavy drops drummed on the glass, setting the frequency. The rain lulled me, but the sharp
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