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| Date: | 01 / 12 / 2009 |
| Category: | English Literature |
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July 18, 1907
Dear Judge Miller,
I am writing this letter to let you know that after all these years apart, I am fine. I hope everything is good with you and your family and want to let you know that I still think about all of you and the easy, laid-back life I once had living in the Valley with everyone.
I was kidnapped and sold to become a sled-dog in the Artic regions of the Yukon. I have made many dog friends on my sled team. Curly who was sweet and friendly, Dave an experienced sled-dog and one of my “teachers,” Sol-leks that is an angry give nothing take nothing dog that you can’t approach on his blind side, Joe who is a dog you just can’t stand and Billee who has the best attitude that I learn to sleep on the snow from. I was able to understand and get along with all of them except Spitz. He is the most cruelest dog you could ever meet and was the leader of our pack.
In addition to the dogs, I met many humans along my journey most of which were not nice. Red Sweater man that beat me with a club letting me learn that I stood no chance against a man with a club, Perrault and Francois who were fair masters and treated me decently, Hal, Mercedes, and Charles that were totally inexperienced to have a sled team, Peter and Hans that were friends of John Thornton, and John Thornton, my final master that taught me the true meaning of love.
In the beginning of my future life, I had to learn how to survive in the wilderness with Perrault and Francois and not the comfort of your home. I learn this good and realized that being physically fit and sneaky is the way to survive. While I was once a slow eater having my food stolen by other dogs, I became really fast and learned how to steal from others without being noticed. Spitz and I developed a hatred for each other because we both wanted the leadership and he tied to kill me one night. I realized that it was either kill or be killed. After a vicious fight, it was not me...
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