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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: and puppies. We felt sorry for the owls. It was always
mournful to see them come flying home at sunset and disappear
under the earth. But, after all, we felt, winged things
who would live like that must be rather degraded creatures.
The dog-town was a long way from any pond or creek.
Otto Fuchs said he had seen populous dog-towns in the desert
where there was no surface water for fifty miles; he insisted
that some of the holes must go down to water--nearly two
hundred feet, hereabouts. Antonia said she didn't believe it;
that the dogs probably lapped up the dew in the early morning,
like the rabbits.
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