An Arm and a Leg
“Go get it, Jazz!” I throw a rawhide bone.
My dog chases after it, disappearing into the trees.
“You’re supposed to bring it back, Jazz! Jasper!”
I step forward. Jasper comes tearing back, carrying
something too large to be the rawhide bone. He drops it at my feet, and I
scream. It’s a human arm.
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