Give me that I said, 'it will make you sick',
she snarled and showed me her bloody teeth.
'Please, it is not you that has to clean up s+++',
a canine eye glared and she growled another bit.
Give me that, 'I don't want to have to hurt you',
in defiance she took one more ghastly, giant gnaw.
I grabbed it quick knowing the cruel consequences,
a deep infected bite bleeding, as she happily ran away.
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