I was a dog, ready for the battle. My companions of canines looked to our informer: a solid white pig. This pig has given us information about the deer becoming evil under the influence of his rival, a dirty, wire-haired pink pig.
The deer passed the train stop, and, suddenly, the chase commenced along a railroad track. To our surprise, we immediately found the pink pig had mixed good deer among the evil, confusing my comrades. We bit at each of their heels, trying to differentiate the good from the bad.
A moment later, I was pursuing a traitor, a lean German Shepard, who had been working with the pink pig all along. We trailed down a hill, away from the others, when I suddenly realized I was going about this all the wrong way. In a blink of an eye, I turned back time and we were all at the train stop again, waiting for the deer to pass.
This time, the train passed by. I hopped on, the white pig following. Aboard, we could see which deer was evil by looking at his red eyes. We pointed to them, and our comrades instantly were upon them.
Another disaster: The train was going too fast and began catching up with another train. I climbed to the front, turning human as I went, and tried to brake the train. Unfortunately, I slowed the train down too much: at the curve, the front toppled over. I jumped to a tree branch, barely missing being squashed. Looking down, I realized that if I had jumped too far, I would have fallen into a pit of alligators, stingrays and whatever else laid in wait in a nasty mud hole.
I was startled by the sound of laughter. In other trees, my friends James and Sam were yelling at me that I should have down a back flip or something to make it more dramatic. I was about to yell something sarcastic back when I woke up, thoroughly confused.
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