A Queer Mother Dog
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I live on a farm, and own a dog named Happy. One summer day I missed Happy. I looked for her near the farmhouse, but could not find her. Then I went out into the field. Suddenly I came upon Happy. I was so surprised when I found her. She was playing “Mother.” Guess who her children were! They were not little puppies at all. They were little rabbits. I do not know where the mother rabbit was. I never saw her. But every day Happy would go into the field. She watched to see that no harm should come to the little rabbits. One day I heard Happy barking in the field. When I came near, I found that she was barking because the rabbits had disappeared. Happy missed them very much, and for many days she seemed lonesome without her baby rabbits. Now, was not Happy a queer mother dog?