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The Stranger

Long , and sleek , he followed me towards the settlement with stealth . His ribs moved up and down as he breathed in the evening air , an  evening as black as he . I asked of him if he wished to be my guide ?.I let him follow me for awhile, the reason being that his eyes were  affectionate , but it was time for him to go . I waved my hand toward him a few times, he did not leave,  I waved it more sharply ,this startled him ,and he ran out into the road. He was so black the jeep did not see him , I heard the moans of pain .Then behind me came another stranger, human, who also had been following me  some distance behind, he told me the name of the black prince was Toby and that he was dead , however he was not disturbed by his death as I was myself , I shouted out into the night that I had killed him , the stranger replied for me not to trouble myself , he knew I meant no harm  ,and he turned round and walked back into town.

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