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. I heard someone scramble over the fence and land
on the ground a dozen feet behind me, so I got up again but
couldn't run on my bad leg or even hop on my good leg, and
I fell again and said the very same bad word I'd heard the
fisherman use, the very same word Ark had told me never
to say again, and I said it real loud.
And that's when I heard Mud coming.
The Wylmeens call their dog Mud because he has the
same color coat as the mud in the road after a heavy rain.
He comes up almost to my shoulders and has eyes that glow
white when he sees something he wants to kill, and the
Wylmeens haven't been very good about teaching Mud not
to kill everything that comes into his yard. He killed a
wolverine one year in an hour-long battle, and the
Wylmeens stuck the carcass on a post by the road, where it
stayed until Mud figured out how to get it down and tore it
into little pieces. I sometimes slip through the Wylmeens'
garden because I figured out how to get to the other side
before he could get off the back porch and catch me, and I
have to confess that it was a little exciting to tease him like
that, even though I knew I shouldn't if I wanted to live a
long time.
Unfortunately, I had never expected to fall down in the
Wylmeens' garden, though I had long ago figured out from
the number of close calls that I'd had with Mud that falling
down meant I would probably not get a second chance to
get out of the garden in one piece. I heard Mud coming off
the back porch, and I looked up over the vines in front of
my face to see him hurtling across the garden right at me,
moving like a wild black shadow with white moons for
eyes
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