A skinny dog is walking through the streets.
A butcher boy sees the poor hungry dog
and calls out, “Hey, come here, dog, don’t you want some meats?”
The dog rushes fast to the butcher boy’s door,
But the butcher boy’s father has seen him before.
“Son, don’t waste our good meats on this greedy old dog.”
So the dog, in search of more meat boys,
stumbles off through the fog.

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