The dog ambled through the almost endless field; she lifted her head into the dimly lit sky and took in the sweet aroma of the spring air. She imagined her small puppies leaping through this field, playing together by the tall trees.
The field's deep grass was damp from the storm the night before; it swayed and sang a song with the wind. The dog imagined her small puppies growing and growing until they were gone and imagining their own puppies just like she was. A tear came to her eye. She knew she couldn't stop this from happening, and she realized how much she was going to miss them when this did happen...
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