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Paleolithic Dog By William A. Neel Hello! I am Yowl, a Paleolithic dog. I believe if you are reading this, you want to hear my story, so here it is. I was born only about 2 years ago. My family abandoned me when I was only 2 weeks old. Then a Paleolithic man found me, hiding in a tree trunk, half-starved and pleading for help. He took me to his cave and taught me to hunt, eat, and warn him, and I owe him my life. But there is a new threat, a lion has tracked the blood from his spear, and possibly might find him and kill my master. There is also another problem, the deer are dying because of a disease, and there might be no deer, or the disease might spread to him! Or me! Well, there’s good news and bad news. The good news is, the disease from the deer did not spread, and that’s good. The bad news is, the lion has tracked my master’s smell. Oh no! Here he comes! Looks like we have to fight! My master is throwing rocks on the lion. Ha-ha! I bit him, but he is chasing me! Ya! Get him with a bow! The lion is wounded, and is slowing. Get him! Here comes the final blow! Bam!! Yes! The lion is dead! So looks like we will make it through! Hope you liked it! Maybe we will meet again and I can tell you more, but for now, farewell!