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To reach the shop, I had to walk through a patch of thick
undergrowth. It wasn’t too unpleasant, but I had to stick to the narrow footpath
and avoid stumbling into the bushes.
Buying some flour seemed like a simple errand. The shop was nearby, and my
mother thought I was old enough to handle it on my own.
Suddenly, a low growl came from the bushes. A fierce dog appeared right in front
of me, baring its sharp teeth. I froze in fear. I knew I couldn’t fight it if it
attacked. I’d heard that staying still might stop a dog from biting.
It worked. The dog sniffed me all over but didn’t bite. My whole body trembled,
but I didn’t dare move.
After a while, the dog lay down beside me. Thinking it was safe, I slowly moved
a leg—but the dog jumped up and growled fiercely again. I was trapped! The dog
wouldn’t let me move. What could I do?
I waited, scared. As long as I stayed still, I was safe—but how long could I
stand like that? My feet were going numb.
Then I had an idea. The shop was just a short distance away. I shouted, “Help!
Help!” as loud as I could. The dog looked confused but didn’t attack.
The shopkeeper heard me and came running. The dog, clearly his, wagged its tail
and lowered its ears. The man quickly chained the dog to a post. I breathed a
huge sigh of relief. He apologized and even gave me a free packet of flour.
It was a terrifying experience, but after that, I never had trouble with the dog
again. The shopkeeper made sure to keep it tied up at all times. |
