He stood on the deck, outside his dog door and looked over his vast domain. There, near the farthest corner, under the bare tree, stood a dangerous horde of leaves, gathered into a singular mound and planning their attack.
“They are preparing to over run us,” Sammo howled wildly.
Leaping from the wooden platform and leading from the front, he fell upon the pile of leaves, disrupting their war-counsel. He turned and zoomed from one corner of the yard to the next, covering ground in rapid time, before again hurling his body into the path of danger, crashing through the pile of leaves.
Needing to see the entire field of battle, Sammo quickly raced to his dog house, which doubled as his look-out to see how the fight was progressing. Much to his pleasure, it appeared it would be a smashing success.
He barked loudly to his imagine warriors, “I am Ragnar Ruff Ruff! Follow me.”
Once more, this time with thousands following, he bore through the pile, making certain none remained capable of attacking the wooden deck – or the Castle Keep as he loved to think of it. By the end of this day, he will have earned his dinner.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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