canines are so long and pointed t into my mout it pleases me. Noticing teetco say, “My God, t’s no dog at all, it’s a wild boar!”

    I bit  my canines sank rigty fleso tisfying as sinking eeto  of instinctual unity presents itself, t is, ten, stupidly and unknoeetion, my  even meaning to, I emit a hair-raising growl.

    I’m a dog, and because you ional beasts telling yourselves, “Dogs don’t talk.” Neverto believe a story in  possibly know.

    Dogs do speak, but only to to listen.

    Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a fara one of t mosques in a capital city; all rig’s call it t’d be appropriate to ’s refer to   whing more:

    ty of ellect ongue, God bless it. Eaced ion, so moved to tears t some il ted or dried up and  get me  of preac rary,  a blink as if to cise tion. In all probability, tongue laser all, no sir, o be o err—and before t  intimidating to tears. ood t to be made in ture,  over top and o say the following:

    “tary defeat lies in our forgetting time of our Glorious Prop and falling so

    false’s birtiets like o ed melodically, like a song? ere tily and pompously to so an Arab’s?

    as ting to prayer coyly, ating a oday, people plead before gravesites, begging for amends. tervention of t tombs of saints and one.

    tie votive pieces of cloturn for atonement. ere tarians ellectual mentor of tarians, became a sinner by s the infidel Pharaoh had died a believer.

    tis, to musical accompaniment or justify dancing oget?“ a