Summer Walk

    The sun shines brightly through the treetops as I walk my dog Lucy down to the Presumpscot River. She had soft white curly fur and was full of life and excitement. As the cool summer breeze passes by me it carries the sweet smell of freshly cut grass. I trot down the old, wooden steps. When I reach the water, I look for a rock to sit on. When I finally find one and sit down. I unclip my dog's leash and she bounds down to the water. I sit watching her as she jumps and splashes in the stream. The sound of the water crashing against the rocks is serene and calm. Lucy hops up onto the shore and scampers off into the woods. I call her name and wait but she doesn't come back. I stand up and walk through the forest calling her name. I start to get discouraged. I call louder and louder. I finally see a flash of white behind a tree. "Lucy!" I call. I see her running straight for me. As she runs by I manage to slow her down and put her leash back on. We head up the path together and then walk home in the summer heat.

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