I'm here in my home
As weak as a mouse
No fault of my own
With no food in the house
My mom is out working
And my dad can't be found
I hear someone lurking
So I don't make a sound
I hide with a knife
And I must be brave
For this is my life
That I must save
To my bedroom from the hall
A short shadow apears
It's two feet tall
With pointy little ears
I cracked the closet door
To get a better look
And what do I see on my floor
My dog Brook
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