Snuffle. Clickclickclick. Snuffleclick.An insurgent strapping a bomb to his chest ? They should have prepped the room first with a grenade - tossed it in and just let it do all the dirty work. Instead, for reasons still obscured by war and fear and things just destined to be, they backed up to the walls on either side of the doorway and positioned their weapons to fire.They thrust the guns around the corner, squared off, and zeroed in on the clicks as their target rushed to the other side of the room.The puppy turned at the sound of their voices and stated at them.He cocked his head trying to interpret their intent rather than their words."You gotta be kidding."Then he yipped, wagged his tail, and clicked his toenails on the floor as he pranced up and down in place, happy it seemed someone had found him at last.
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