The Jumpy Dog . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . page 3

The picket fence that surrounded the backyard of that corner house was not much taller than I was.

And the small dog, as he jumped and barked, looked like he was about to sail over the fence and begin biting us.

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