this was a triumph

[Brooklyn D'Angelo]

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Vanity did no one any good. The youth had spent her morning making sure that she was spotless - hah, lets see the others look nearly as good as she did! She had no ambitions, no goals, her puppy mind was not wrapped yet around dreams of a world domination, it wasn't made with thoughts like that in mind. She was simply working on getting her bearings, and asserting herself as victorious over her siblings.

She flickered her tail like a cat, her blue eyes narrowing slightly over the figure of a bug that was just before her, too foolish to go the other way. With a smooth jerking motion she had pounced, her right paw slamming down on her prize. With a grin, she lifted her paw up, her face contorting into a wince as she realized that she was now, after finally getting clean, covered in bug guts.

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