Once I dreamed I was floating in space, high about the Earth's bright face. My mission was simple, but difficult to achieve, but I got right to it the moment I'd received. I had to collect puppies in space, 101, Dalmatians of race. But as I began to gather the soft little dogs, I realized it was harder that riding on hogs. I couldn't grip them all at one time, one would pop out as another I'd find. So after a while I was left destitute, floating in the vacuum of space, utterly mute.

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