My paws grip the earth, dirt caked between the pads, and I'm running! The whistle of the wind is loud, but my ears pick up other noises, sounds I could never have heard when I was a human boy.
A bird trills a song in a treetop miles away. A fish makes a muted splash above the babble of the river. A horn honks on the highway; the driver yells, "Son of a bitch!"
And I laugh.
It's a barking, raspy sound, but it is my laughter.
I jump, my furry legs propelling me higher than I've ever been before.
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