There is a leash tied to a dead tree in Mr. Trig's backyard. It's a stout leash, almost a chain. At one time the leash tore into the tree creating a ring around the tree. If you were to sneak into the yard (Mr. Trig would never give permission), you would smell something rank where the leash is. Not so much wet dog, as drowned dog. Remember, do not untie the leash from the tree or play with the catch. Remember.
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