The rain has finally stopped. Dog and I are looking around - oh yuck! What is this?
What is this sodden mass of fur? Something dead? I poke it with a stick. Then I notice it has a tag. I scold, "Dog, is this your hedgehog? You left your toy outside in the rain! Now it's ruined! Aren't you sorry?"
Dog? Sorry? No, and she doesn't know anything about how her hedgehog got outside.
What is this sodden mass of fur? Something dead? I poke it with a stick. Then I notice it has a tag. I scold, "Dog, is this your hedgehog? You left your toy outside in the rain! Now it's ruined! Aren't you sorry?"
Dog? Sorry? No, and she doesn't know anything about how her hedgehog got outside. 
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