Stepping into the fantasy genre, write a scene with these two friends. I like the expression on the smaller dog’s face.
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“Skip,” I said, showing my teeth to the Rottweiler that approached our car, “be friendly. We have to show him that we know he’s top dog.”
Skip stared at the huge dog that was growling deep in his throat. His busy eyebrows lowered. “I don’t think being friendly means anything to this guy, Luna.”
“Well,” I began to tremble and hated that I was, “we can’t just sit here like rabbits.”
“Of course not.”
To my horror, Skip leaped out of the car and onto the head of the Rottweiler.
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