But this.
This is Tricket.
Once, he took down a jackrabbit, dragged it into the garage, and arranged it's body in such a way that it looked as though it had passed out from drinking too much. Once, he fought a loose, aggressive dog on a walk when my sister's dog was just a wee puppy. Once, he went out exploring in the woods with me every day and walked me to the bus stop every morning. He used to curl up with me or my sister every single night, and never leave until he thought we were asleep. He used to play under the newspaper if we tried to read it, and take off down the hall with the comics still tented over his back.
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