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Like every day, I was sitting on my bench in my garden waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Shears to leave their house accompanied by their wellington dog, to go hunting as every morning. Mr. and Mrs. shears are very appreciated neighborhood, moreover, they were the first to welcome us when we moved here, in this peaceful village, a month ago. Mr. and Mrs. Shears are people with a lot of tenderness, love, they often leave with their dogs when he has free time as wellington is very busy.The Shears have a large gigantic house, a huge forest and a huge cornfield, they made their fortune through game hunting and hunting truffle, with wellington. They only earn their living thanks to this. Before they leave for the hunt, I leave at a specific time without being late by a minute for fear that they are already gone for the hunt, to pet wellington because i loved animals especially dogs, and also to chat with mister and madam shears.wellington is not an ordinary dog, small and very thin, no, he is imposing, black in color, and is very energetic and strong. I like to look him in the eye, I admire him who is very faithful to his masters. Wellington has very pale eyes like the color of the moon, I had not noticed that before but his eyes were mesmerizing. I knew wellington was very precious to madam madame shears and mister shears.normally when i sit here on my bench, i see wellington was bustling in front of the door of the shears, and so this is a signal for me to leave at the shears caress wellington and chat with them before they leave to hunt. But I wait, I wait, and I see that Wellington is sad, he does not stir outside the door it looks like he staggers a little In all directions, it was weird. Besides, I see my mother in the distance entering the domain of the Shears. I hadn't even noticed that she was gone. I'm waiting here, for fear of disturbing them, then my mom comes back and tells me that Shears' husband is dead. I was in shock and I cried. During this moment of confusion in my memory, I decided not to go see Madame Shears, for fear of making her come back moments that would make her sad. But I left towards my mother and I asked her a question not really intelligent, maybe because I am fifteen years old? ”Mom as mister shears died how madame sheas will pay the rent and how she will hunt now?” My mother does 'was not expecting that and my yelled at it. She told me that the money was not important but that the loss of a family member was more important. After this discussion I went to bed.
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