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black paw emerged with some 

 morsel that suited him he 

 would eat it, regarding us grave- 

 ly, searching the sky and the 

 nearby door of the cook tent 

 for possible interrup- 

 tions. I hurried my 

 breakfast and, with a 

 handful of doughnuts, 

 went out to make 

 friends. At first he 

 regarded me with sus- 

 picion, but a piece of 

 doughnut thrown within tempting dis- 

 tance conquered him. His expression 

 when, for the first time, he savored 

 that delicacy simply cannot be de- 

 scribed. A combination of surprise, 

 ecstasy and thankfulness. We were 

 friends. He regarded me the god from 

 the machine, edged about me, closer 

 and closer, as the morsels fell nearer my 

 feet. I am sure no one had ever fed 



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