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(Untitled) Not far away from the barn door, on a huge pile of wet straw, Laris is cowering. His meagre grey fur no longer protects him from the nipping winds that prick his bony body. Laris can still see, but his eyesight sometimes deceives him these days and the picture he sees seems to come through smoke. Quite often he does not recognize the family and their friends and sometimes does not see what is rippling on the horizon. Now he is lying alone like a rotting log - neglected and forgotten by everyone. He feels that no one needs him anymore but even so, he does not give up and wants to be helpful. His hearing is not very good either. He cannot trust his ears that could hear the slightest rustle. Laris's heavy lidded eyes with their sparse eyelashes droop; but he pushes sleep away and listens. While...

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