Now that we're back home, we're able to take our rambling (flat) walks thru the (flat) neighborhood. No monstrous hills, no ferocious ghetto dogs, no hungry mountain lions, and lots of peace and quiet. Sasha has exhausted herself sniffing every little blade of grass.
She can't even lift her head.
captain, i do not believe that traversing this great mass is wise--the risk of the great black beast awakening may be small, yes, but if such an event were to occur, the consequences would be unspeakable. no, no, we must forge our way around the great sleeping beast. god be with us.
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