The second I plopped down in my fluffy, brown chair to write this, I saw a red disc-shaped object flash by the window outside. My nervous-by-nature beagle, Jessie, sprung out of a deep slumber, leapt onto my chair and barked ferociously out the window, her howling shouts so close to my face I could smell her sour sleep breath as she yelped at the scene outside. In an instant…

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