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Now it was almost at her feet . It recognised the smell. It was that bitch who had thrown it down the well. That was not pleasant . Drowning was not pleasant .
Chasing birds and mice and squirrels in the sunny meadow ... that was nice . That was after the drowning . That was like a dream . In fact , was it a dream ? Was the dream now over ? If it was then the owner of those feet had something to do with it .
The thing that was once called Toby pounced .
Upstairs Karaw was woken by the screams . It was her mother . Frozen by indecision, Karaw waited a whole minute before getting out of bed . She reasoned it thus :
1 : Her mother was a bitch and deserved some pain .
2 : Whatever was making her scream was obviously too big . If her mother couldn't deal with it , how could a girl half her size ?
Barefoot, so as to make less noise, Karaw tiptoed across the treated beams of her bedroom floor ...
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