Smoke: Danger, Gevaar, Ingozi

It was a nightmare - two houses down stayed Brutus, who left almost as much an impression on my childhood as puberty did. Every time I passed that house Brutus would charge and I would have to inch past, throwing well-timed and aimed stones to keep his slavering jaws from eviscerating me from the knees down. He was fond of his ankles, was Brutus.

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