He’d known he was in trouble as soon as he started to sink into the mud. He’d realized just how much trouble when his struggling made him sink even deeper. He knew calling out was useless, he was too far for anyone to hear. He was just starting to consider the efficacy of prayer when he heard a ‘woof’.
He turned his head to see an old grey dog looking at him. The dog tilted his head as if to say “what have you gotten yourself into”?
“I’m stuck in the bog” he said. He was glad to have someone to talk to. The dog’s head seemed to nod in agreement. “I know you’re just a dog, but do you suppose you could help me out of here”? The dog just stood there for a moment, then turned and walked away.
“Shit” he muttered to himself. His mind was empty for a while as he stared forlornly at the muck which was up to his hips. He’d just begun to think that he’d never see his mom or dad again when there was another ‘woof’. The dog was back. And he’d brought a rope.
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