Friday, February 17, 2012


I knelt beside/ Next to Diggity.  He made no effort/ attempt to get up.  His neck was a pulpy mass/ a lump of blood, and his rib cage rose and fell unevenly/  bumpily  .  Dad scooped/picked him up into his arms and staggered/ walk falteringly  up the beach.  Mum and Lucy were already in the car with the hatch/ boot up and engine running.  The vet said Diggity had lost heaps/ loads of blood.  The outlook/ the view wasn’t good.  When the phone rang/buzzed later that evening, nobody was in a hurry to answer/reply to it.  But Diggity did survive.

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