Reba looked out over the placid lake. ‘This is where I come to think—to steep in gratitude for what really matters.’ I muffled out a general noise of agreement through the leather gag. A group of cygnet swans swam across the pond to nestle by Reba’s side. ‘It kills me to do anything that would cause this place harm,’ she said before heaving the cinderblocks into the center of the water. A squirrel frolicked on her shoulder as I yelped into my muzzle, my waist attached by a leaden chain to the cement blocks sinking further & further beneath the surface.
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