More stories from the book: "Happy in Horse Poop: The Entremanureal Journey" b
y Jeannie Sample
My mother always told me not to wander far. I should have listened to her, that is for sure. My name is Bingo and I’m a dog. My mother warned me everyday because of the horrible accident my Dad had when I was young. We beagles are a fun loving group, and Dad was no exception. He loved to run free and wild, root in the ground, dig in bushes and hunt rabbits. One day, he sniffed out a good rabbit trail and off he went. All I could see was the white tip of his tail bouncing above the foliage in a soybean field. Mom howled for him for hours, but he never came home. About three days later, our master brought Dad home in a box and he was dirty and matted. He wasn’t wagging his tail anymore. One of those big metal machines that roll down the street had hit him.
It must have been born in my blood because I love to hunt rabbits too. Our master worked the fields and had big metal machines that road through the fields each day. I think he is called a farmer. He usually put us in our pen while he worked. I would rest all day and wander around our area, waiting for something exciting to happen. As I sat there with my Mom, one late spring day, I saw a bunny hop by and I was thrilled to see him. I barked as tough as I could and hit the gate with excitement.
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