Peter the Dog, Not to Be Afraid

Neda was swept down stream by the flood, holding peter to her breast. She felt a vicious pulling at her hair as jed hawkins himself had often pulled it. But she could see now that 30 yards below her was a wide, quiet pool into which the log was drifting. And in that moment of astounding miracle, she forgot that she was hanging by her hair in the ugly lip of the flood with slippery hands beating and pulling at her from below. For she saw peter, peter, making his way toward the edge of the pool where the water swirled but did not rush. Her brown head appeared, and then her white face. With a last mighty effort,

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