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With school out, the grandchildren of the man and woman of the house had come to visit for a few weeks, and Hero was having the time of his life. The children were still young, neither of them in their teens yet, which was great for the excitable mutt because they were full of energy and loved playing with their grandparents new dog. For the first few days, that's all the three of them did, but as the summer heat blazed on, Hero couldn't keep up. "Don't wear 'em out too much." the man of the house would say to the children every morning before they'd take Hero out to play, "He's a snow dog, not a summer dog." But did they listen? No.
It was mid-day and the blazing heat of the sun blinded the poor pup with it's intensity. Hero could almost feel his brain being cooked as the searing rays pressed down on him, but the children didn't seem to notice his anguish. As Hero lied down in the shade of a large tree, the little girl squatted herself down on his back, grabbed his long ears, and leaned back making strange sound with her mouth as she pretended to be driving a spaceship. The little boy had been attempting to climb the tree they were under till he noticed this and grew jealous of her game. The two bickered over who would get to pilot the ship, and, in the process, trampled over the panting pup.
Hero was a surprisingly tolerant dog, but his patience with the children was stretching dangerously thin. Luckily, the woman of the house came out to give her grandchildren some ice cream, freshly made from the farm. As the two raced for their grandmother, Hero snapped at the air out of spite as the troublesome kids had tested his self-restraint more than anything in his entire life. Hero laid his head down in the dirt, keeping the two corners of his mouth open to pant as he tried to enjoy the moment of solitude as much as possible in the unbearable summer heat. More fortune came Hero's way as a slight cool breeze came by, bringing with it the scent of the children's cool confections.
Hero quickly jerked his head off the ground and glanced around for the source of the sweet scent. He found the children, not too far away, and still conversing with their grandmother. The mutt bounded after the group of humans and sniffed around them frantically. The little girl laughed as his nose tickled her face, and he licked her cheeks, retrieving the melted ice cream that had missed her mouth. But he was not satisfied. Hero strained to reached the girl's face, so he lifted his upper body off the ground and pressed his fore paws on her chest, knocking her to the ground. The girl and her grandmother cried out in shock and fear, but the little boy could be seen laughing at his fallen sibling as the canine stole the cold treat from her hand. The woman of the house cried out once more, scolding the dog, and thumping the front of her bony hand against the top of his head as she goaded him to get of her granddaughter. Hero took the punishment until he was finished eating and, soon after, quickly hopped away from the whole ordeal. The woman of the house picked her crying grandchild up off the dusty ground and the three humans went back to the house. Hero watched the girl's crying face from a distance. Serves her right, he though, that's what you get for being annoying.

It was late evening now, and after Hero's little stunt, he was banded from the house for the entire day. He laid in the barn for the majority of the day just to escape the heat, but as he watched the sun vanishing in the distance, he felt it safe to return to his usual fun-having self. Seeing as how the house was off limits, Hero decided to take a trip to the wheat fields before nightfall.
As he rustled through the sea of grain, Hero came across a very familiar, and always enjoyable, scent- rabbit. The mutt was never quite trained as a hunter, but his instincts led him to track down the animal. With his nose to the ground, Hero sniffed out the animal's trail, hoping it hadn't retreated to it's den for the day just yet. Fortunately, it hadn't, and Hero spotted it a short distance away munching down on the ample supply of hay. With great agility, Hero quickly sprung into action. He could have caught the rodent in almost an instant, but the poor pup hardly had any fun all day, so he decided to wear it down for a couple hundred yards till it was no fun to chase anymore. Hero clamped down on the exhausted rabbit's neck, cracking it's spine and piercing into it's small skull. He was proud of himself, and he laid with his kill in the tall grass for a while before thinking it a good idea to show off his trophy.
Hero scooped the dead animal up in his maw and raced back to the house in search of his master. He stood outside the front of the house and dropped his kill so he could bark, calling someone to come see what he had done. After owning the troublesome dog long enough, the man and woman of the house knew how great Hero's persistence was, and the man soon came out to see what the ruckus was about as he knew Hero would not stop barking until he grabbed someone's attention. As soon as Hero spotted his master, he picked up the rabbit once again and pressed it against the man's leg. The older gentleman let out a small chuckle and patted the dog's head as he took the rabbit from him, calling him a "good boy."
With that, Hero earned himself access to the house once more, and he relished the cool, conditioned air and his soft, squishy bed.

The next day, the children were more hesitant to interact with the dog, but it didn't bother Hero much as he had become fed up with them- they weren't even that much fun to play with anyway. Instead, Hero spent the beginning of his day by his master's side. The man knew during this time of year there were bound to be kits around and he thought it best to take them out humanely before they starved to death, or worse, grew up and destroyed his farm. Hero sniffed out the old trail of the rabbit he had killed last night, which became this morning's breakfast, and his master tentatively stepped around, hopping not to step on the nest. After several minutes (which could have been several seconds if Hero helped out instead of prancing around) the man finally found the nest of newly orphaned kits and placed each of them in a box he had brought along to show them to his grandchildren.
When the pair reached the house, the children where thrilled to see the adorable baby bunnies, and Hero was finally connecting the dots. The rabbit he killed yesterday was their mother, so these babies have no mother, which means he needed to be the one to take care of them! Hero carefully watched the man as he placed the box on the ground for the children to reach, and Hero was not pleased. After the way those kids treated him yesterday, he was not thrilled to have them around his new children. Hero squeezed out a whiny growl and a frustrated ruff as he watched the two young children pick up a baby for themselves. They were going to take them away from him! Hero panicked, not knowing what to do. He reasoned if he couldn't save all the babies, then he'd at least save one, and with that the mutt dove into the box and grabbed a squeaky little rabbit for himself. "Careful boy, you're gonna kill it!" the man yelled, reaching for the rabbit clasped between the canine's teeth. "No!" Hero growled, "My baby!" and with that, Hero bounded off towards the barn where he knew it was safe.
Hero crawled under an old wooden wheelbarrow and dropped his new child between his arms. It was dead. The force of his teeth and the jolting running caused it's neck to snap. Hero nuzzled the lifeless little body and sighed. He wanted to cry. He felt as though he couldn't do anything right, and the painful thought burned in his chest. Nearly everything he did got him scolded, beaten, kicked out, or shunned, and he couldn't understand why. "It's them." he muttered in a broken voice, "They're evil and selfish and... and it's like it's their job to make my life miserable!" Hero pushed the dead kit aside and buried his face in his forearm, letting out long, high-pitched whines as he contemplated what he just said out loud to no one but himself.
After about an hour of cold, stiff silence and heartfelt examination, Hero finally had it figured out. It's never been anyone else's fault but his own for the bad things that happen to him in life. He's childish, arrogant, selfish, and insensitive towards those around him. In every situation he could think of, if he had just been a little more mature or had a little more self control, things would've been so much different- things would've been better. Hero sighed as he stretched out from under the wheelbarrow. Normally, the excitable pup was full of energy, but all the self-examination had drained him of his liveliness.

Hero left the dead kit in the barn, not wanting to be reminded of his tragic mistake. The despondent mutt trudged to his bed in the house and there he stayed for the rest of the day. All he could do was think about how desperately he needed to grow up. It was time for him to change.

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With school out, the grandchildren of the man and woman of the house had come to visit for a few weeks, and Hero was having the time of his life. The children were still young, neither of them in their teens yet, which was great for the excitable mutt because they were full of energy and loved playing with their grandparents new dog. For the first few days, that's all the three of them did, but as the summer heat blazed on, Hero couldn't keep up. "Don't wear 'em out too much." the man of the house would say to the children every morning before they'd take Hero out to play, "He's a snow dog, not a summer dog." But did they listen? No.
It was mid-day and the blazing heat of the sun blinded the poor pup with it's intensity. Hero could almost feel his brain being cooked as the searing rays pressed down on him, but the children didn't seem to notice his anguish. As Hero lied down in the shade of a large tree, the little girl squatted herself down on his back, grabbed his long ears, and leaned back making strange sound with her mouth as she pretended to be driving a spaceship. The little boy had been attempting to climb the tree they were under till he noticed this and grew jealous of her game. The two bickered over who would get to pilot the ship, and, in the process, trampled over the panting pup.
Hero was a surprisingly tolerant dog, but his patience with the children was stretching dangerously thin. Luckily, the woman of the house came out to give her grandchildren some ice cream, freshly made from the farm. As the two raced for their grandmother, Hero snapped at the air out of spite as the troublesome kids had tested his self-restraint more than anything in his entire life. Hero laid his head down in the dirt, keeping the two corners of his mouth open to pant as he tried to enjoy the moment of solitude as much as possible in the unbearable summer heat. More fortune came Hero's way as a slight cool breeze came by, bringing with it the scent of the children's cool confections.
Hero quickly jerked his head off the ground and glanced around for the source of the sweet scent. He found the children, not too far away, and still conversing with their grandmother. The mutt bounded after the group of humans and sniffed around them frantically. The little girl laughed as his nose tickled her face, and he licked her cheeks, retrieving the melted ice cream that had missed her mouth. But he was not satisfied. Hero strained to reached the girl's face, so he lifted his upper body off the ground and pressed his fore paws on her chest, knocking her to the ground. The girl and her grandmother cried out in shock and fear, but the little boy could be seen laughing at his fallen sibling as the canine stole the cold treat from her hand. The woman of the house cried out once more, scolding the dog, and thumping the front of her bony hand against the top of his head as she goaded him to get of her granddaughter. Hero took the punishment until he was finished eating and, soon after, quickly hopped away from the whole ordeal. The woman of the house picked her crying grandchild up off the dusty ground and the three humans went back to the house. Hero watched the girl's crying face from a distance. Serves her right, he though, that's what you get for being annoying.

It was late evening now, and after Hero's little stunt, he was banded from the house for the entire day. He laid in the barn for the majority of the day just to escape the heat, but as he watched the sun vanishing in the distance, he felt it safe to return to his usual fun-having self. Seeing as how the house was off limits, Hero decided to take a trip to the wheat fields before nightfall.
As he rustled through the sea of grain, Hero came across a very familiar, and always enjoyable, scent- rabbit. The mutt was never quite trained as a hunter, but his instincts led him to track down the animal. With his nose to the ground, Hero sniffed out the animal's trail, hoping it hadn't retreated to it's den for the day just yet. Fortunately, it hadn't, and Hero spotted it a short distance away munching down on the ample supply of hay. With great agility, Hero quickly sprung into action. He could have caught the rodent in almost an instant, but the poor pup hardly had any fun all day, so he decided to wear it down for a couple hundred yards till it was no fun to chase anymore. Hero clamped down on the exhausted rabbit's neck, cracking it's spine and piercing into it's small skull. He was proud of himself, and he laid with his kill in the tall grass for a while before thinking it a good idea to show off his trophy.
Hero scooped the dead animal up in his maw and raced back to the house in search of his master. He stood outside the front of the house and dropped his kill so he could bark, calling someone to come see what he had done. After owning the troublesome dog long enough, the man and woman of the house knew how great Hero's persistence was, and the man soon came out to see what the ruckus was about as he knew Hero would not stop barking until he grabbed someone's attention. As soon as Hero spotted his master, he picked up the rabbit once again and pressed it against the man's leg. The older gentleman let out a small chuckle and patted the dog's head as he took the rabbit from him, calling him a "good boy."
With that, Hero earned himself access to the house once more, and he relished the cool, conditioned air and his soft, squishy bed.

The next day, the children were more hesitant to interact with the dog, but it didn't bother Hero much as he had become fed up with them- they weren't even that much fun to play with anyway. Instead, Hero spent the beginning of his day by his master's side. The man knew during this time of year there were bound to be kits around and he thought it best to take them out humanely before they starved to death, or worse, grew up and destroyed his farm. Hero sniffed out the old trail of the rabbit he had killed last night, which became this morning's breakfast, and his master tentatively stepped around, hopping not to step on the nest. After several minutes (which could have been several seconds if Hero helped out instead of prancing around) the man finally found the nest of newly orphaned kits and placed each of them in a box he had brought along to show them to his grandchildren.
When the pair reached the house, the children where thrilled to see the adorable baby bunnies, and Hero was finally connecting the dots. The rabbit he killed yesterday was their mother, so these babies have no mother, which means he needed to be the one to take care of them! Hero carefully watched the man as he placed the box on the ground for the children to reach, and Hero was not pleased. After the way those kids treated him yesterday, he was not thrilled to have them around his new children. Hero squeezed out a whiny growl and a frustrated ruff as he watched the two young children pick up a baby for themselves. They were going to take them away from him! Hero panicked, not knowing what to do. He reasoned if he couldn't save all the babies, then he'd at least save one, and with that the mutt dove into the box and grabbed a squeaky little rabbit for himself. "Careful boy, you're gonna kill it!" the man yelled, reaching for the rabbit clasped between the canine's teeth. "No!" Hero growled, "My baby!" and with that, Hero bounded off towards the barn where he knew it was safe.
Hero crawled under an old wooden wheelbarrow and dropped his new child between his arms. It was dead. The force of his teeth and the jolting running caused it's neck to snap. Hero nuzzled the lifeless little body and sighed. He wanted to cry. He felt as though he couldn't do anything right, and the painful thought burned in his chest. Nearly everything he did got him scolded, beaten, kicked out, or shunned, and he couldn't understand why. "It's them." he muttered in a broken voice, "They're evil and selfish and... and it's like it's their job to make my life miserable!" Hero pushed the dead kit aside and buried his face in his forearm, letting out long, high-pitched whines as he contemplated what he just said out loud to no one but himself.
After about an hour of cold, stiff silence and heartfelt examination, Hero finally had it figured out. It's never been anyone else's fault but his own for the bad things that happen to him in life. He's childish, arrogant, selfish, and insensitive towards those around him. In every situation he could think of, if he had just been a little more mature or had a little more self control, things would've been so much different- things would've been better. Hero sighed as he stretched out from under the wheelbarrow. Normally, the excitable pup was full of energy, but all the self-examination had drained him of his liveliness.

Hero left the dead kit in the barn, not wanting to be reminded of his tragic mistake. The despondent mutt trudged to his bed in the house and there he stayed for the rest of the day. All he could do was think about how desperately he needed to grow up. It was time for him to change.