It was a partially sunny afternoon
the winter sun brightly warming
the atmosphere but in the ravine
no sun penetrated the forest canopy
for on the horizon the sun was
already setting blazing below the
silver-white snowclouds overtaking
the ceiling of the sky. In the far
distance a black speck was seen
rapidly descending a snow-packed hill
and seconds later the speck became
a snow-accoutred dog bounding
up the opposite hill the man who dispensed
cookies was descending. Old friends
well met, the Vizsla sat biddably at
the man's side no longer in anxious
anticipation, patiently awaiting his
prize, then each went on their way.
In the course of the following hour
each on separate forest trails divided
by hills and valleys, an icy forest
stream and intersecting ridges in a
varied topography, the dog returned
for seconds before dashing off again
and finally made a third brief stop
claiming the privilege of entitlement.
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