“George!” called Amy. “George, come here this minute!” George didn’t move.
“George! Come!” George remained motionless.
Amy walked around to the back of the house to find George glaring at her reproachfully. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled, but he pulled back, using the weight of his fat rear end to anchor him. Amy got behind him and tried to lift his butt, but he wasn’t moving.
“You have to go inside. Come.” Amy commanded.
She gave one more huge push, and George did something that wasn’t ordinarily in his nature. He turned around and bit her, hard. His teeth sunk deeply into her upper arm and she shrieked in surprise and pain. Amy then did something that wasn’t in her nature either. She kicked George, hard, but he still didn’t move.
Shaking, sad, hurt and disgusted, she ran out the front gate and jumped in her car to go to the urgent care.
George felt horrible. He whined. Then he ate lunch again.
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